I am thought…
to be borne on the wind and carried to those who seek to fulfill their desire.
I am not the instance nor the moment.
I am the thread that runs between them. Have you not heard “he hung on by a thread”?
I am that thread to which you cling.
I am that little bit of nothing.
I am the vestige of all you think you desire.
I am thought.
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