Letting Go

they let go of
the memory
that they’d had
but wasn’t their own
and the parallels
ate at their shoelaces
watching as it took
flight; gossamer flittings
and clouds of spark and dust
(light)
a flash of puff
and everything is
Disappeared.
(even the shoelaces.)

epilogue
somewhere a laugh is heard and its reverberations tear through existence spawning carnage and birth and astronomy.

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