EVOLUTION
I have been frozen in ice for what seems
like thousands of years - yet I have no
way of telling. This is a very seamless
dream. I sway and weave, though I
should not. In this condition all things are
supposed to be solid and hard. No one
has yet invented books, though here I
am, seemingly, reading something hard
and stone-cold. And, yes, somehow my
eyes have remained viscous - a liquid
magic containing other worlds. If this
eternity, I'll have none of it. If this is
Evolution, I am waiting for it to begin.
I have been frozen in ice for what seems
like thousands of years - yet I have no
way of telling. This is a very seamless
dream. I sway and weave, though I
should not. In this condition all things are
supposed to be solid and hard. No one
has yet invented books, though here I
am, seemingly, reading something hard
and stone-cold. And, yes, somehow my
eyes have remained viscous - a liquid
magic containing other worlds. If this
eternity, I'll have none of it. If this is
Evolution, I am waiting for it to begin.
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