The Dark Space

The dark space is real -
I hover over it,
angel, with
blighted wings and
carryings and the
wind blows strong and wide
tugging me if I
should not hold
my place above
the darkness - and I
feel it stretching  in,
overblown and overtaking, the
gulping the endless
stirring, the void at the
centre of the world, all
hope long furled, the
heartwall scoured.
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