.My hand, held to the glare of this burnt impasse.
Yours, necessarily on the other side of some sickly meta-xis.
You're stopped in stasis, matched with mine.
I'll quantify time with meter, with rhyme to calculate a way to prove that you are alive.
Isolated, trapped between - a picture of .
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