This nettling scourges me:
Did I bear you?
What strange origin birthed you?
Was my primacy a myth,
Merely a gasp between great swells,
A rivulet of doom run dry?
Did my chaos feed your singularity,
Nurturing on my pandemonium?
Do you draw from me,
Even as you bleed into my depths?
What strange force breaths into you,
Compelling your flame in this starving vacuum?
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