Space and Time
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Awake and alone, I ponder space and time.
What they mean, and can I possibly understand
these two concepts, inextricably intertwined
they are one, and vastly are they spanned.
They are the distance between each shining star
and the breadth of a tiny speck which can't be seen.
They are both eternity and infinitesimally small,
and everything which can be found between.
As I contemplate these concepts and their boundless depth
I am lost among the nebulous doubts within my mind,
for though I grant these things you ask with truly spoken breath,
my deepest fear is that space and time will not be kind,
but you ask me, and so I tear them beating from my chest,
offering them to you with outstretched hands.
The cold and empty void of space and time comes to rest,
dripped from my fingers to the ground where it lands,
pooling up like melted ice that runs down a jagged mountainside.
It is no coincidence that you wanted these things
after spoken words which I should never dared to confide,
for this is the only result which a soul laid bare brings.

What have I done?
Oh, Gods, what have I done?

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Glacian, in the year 960 AF.