#OctPoWriMo 9-Throughtless Minds

Thoughtless minds like barren plains lie
Flat, toward darkened edges bleed.
Monochrome matter, lacking seed.
Not a spark of light do I spy.
Trapped within lightless, museless space,
Disappearing without a trace.
Scratch! At the edges, I do pry.

Form: Septilla

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