This is some sort of state change,
not sure exactly— am I
a vacuum, or do I feel
entropy? Sloughing away
on a molecular level.
Or do I feel spacious,
expansive,
empty?
There’s no panacea
for converting to vapor–
when the night cools off
I’ll just collect on the walls.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
The last two lines of the second stanza are stunning. So beautiful.
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*I mean the very last stanza, oops😳
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Thank you! And no worries, they are less stanzas and more me having issues with any formatting beyond line breaks… 😜
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