we knew each others' thoughts
were one, in fact
in plasma time
this broken cosmos
matter-spoilt
engulfs my telepathic unity
I cool, expand, particulate
forget the me
of plasma time
photonic sludge must serve
in place of holographic thought
traverse these vast micrometers
and know the physics of our coming death
cold alone and dark
I hope to meld again
reverse this degenerative bloat
wholly holy
cleansed of all material filth
return to plasma time
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