That dust is a small dirt
To be told
That a slight is a mere hurt
The consequences
Of the minute-
belie the reality
Of universal truths.
To destroy the essence
Of infinity,
Is the careless premise
Of idiocy.
Betrayal takes no time-
Assaults emit
moments gargantuan
of painful echoes
That spin
Through eternity
To test forever
The survivor's security.
J.Bibi
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