Deeper into the center the smallest of pieces still breaking
the light gathers as it transforms once more.
Receding from the edges of birth-destruction
the light gathers and pulls the edges of what’s left together
and the pressure from her eyes.
The pops and swirls of breaking matter form back into
the light in front of her, unblurring,
her eyes see the computer screen wink to life before them
and she surfaces with a breath.
She moves her fingers to the key board and hesitates,
watching the tears pool onto the letters.

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