GRAVITATING TOWARDS
THE EPHEMERAL
It's the ground beneath us that's on the
way out, not us. Humanity will always
find some pathetic rock to cling to.
Earth will do the matter well - until
some other alternative comes by.
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And in the meantime, I hold some
Yorick's skull in my transparent hands,
realizing everyone else looks all the
same. Eventually. And even in the
alley too. If you can see your veins
beneath your skin, all that blood
that's running in. It. I wonder,
where's it going to?
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