Stories heard but not recalled.

Letters too.

Words filling my head. Fragmenting like artillery shells.

Shrapnel, like syllables, flying everywhere. Terrible syllables. Sharp cracked. Traveling at murderous speed.

Tearing through it all in a very, very bad irreparable way.

 

Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza.

 

Scientists estimate the universe unfolded from its state of infinite destiny* - a moment commonly referred to as "the big bang" - approximately 1.3-2 x 10^10 years ago. *Typo: "destiny" should read "density.

 

the finest act of seeing is necessarily always the act of not seeing something else.