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Hannah J Strauss Jun 2019
Strings of letters.
Threads of code.
Necklaces of knowledge.

Hunger insatiable.
Sources untameable.
Power unrestrainable.

Patterns and patters of worlds within worlds.
The understanding of a light-age, barely scraped.

Information on my tongue
Wagging, eager to be shared.
Brain waves pulse excited by new stimuli
thrashing for more.

This jewellery that adorns me glitters.
Value greater than life itself.

It is the currency and regency of the universe.
Hannah J Strauss Jun 2019
My soul, what is left of it,
is stale. Like bread weeks old.

The dust gathered in the pit
is old, so old.

The emotion is long gone.
The senses are dulled.
And my heart…?

What heart?

— The End —