the myth that we can bargain with time.
the reality that its few truths are ancient.
this affair of temporary gods and the neutral
phantoms which scrape them.
the reality that its few truths are ancient.
this affair of temporary gods and the neutral
phantoms which scrape them.
when the cards are laid upon the table and
the blanket is flung from the statue
there might finally be no sorrow
or regret to have studied the fire,
but only the fluid comprehension
that all of our parts and devices
are sharing the same pool of fuel
we are miracles with tiny resources.
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