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one single thing

like a fist held aloft

like a shriek to a thick empty sky

            gray over a cold green field

like hunger

like a hand grasping air

one single thing

I can hold a single thought in my head

            amongst all the noise

one single thought of everything

before it even slouches onto the event horizon

nascent humanity, long under

fear’s dark hand,

roiling forth

into one single thing –

the thing that can’t be spoken

  or even considered

lest the walls of the castle crumble

and we are alone