Strange, how things that ceased to be,
Did not give up their gravity.
The pressing burdens, that were brought
By weightless memory and thought.
Weird, the workings of a beating heart.
In a trice, it’s ceaseless rhythm, it forgot.
What had streamlined an ocean’s course,
Was crushed by an empty void’s force.
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