i am but snippets and broken sentences,
incomplete echoes of other people’s screams
shouted, at best, incoherently

i am thoughts the come and go
with no sense of a narrative flow,
just flashes of light in absolute absence

where is the continuity to it all?
lost in my impermanence;
a radio beacon turned on for a bit
and then gone.

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