That Tiny Dent

That tiny dent which pokes me out of boredom and regularity.

It pokes pokes pokes and then it broke broke broke.

(I’m bored with the word “shattered into pieces”. How about:)

It annihilates, scatters back and forth in time, like fresh photons and positrons.

And then there were none.

But that could be untrue, if there was nothing to begin with.

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