Pair bonding, the unspoken nonlinearities between two inner clocks.
One ready, ticking for a future
Other equivocating the presentable past,
Spaghettificatious malice of the endless pull.
In that uneven spacetime, the ticklers turns into whips
Accretions meant to hold two quietly crush one…
Singularity burns, horizon is stoic.
The whole is abysmal and black
–Dr. Sambhu Pilla
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