until you reach us from hell
the ninth layer of the earth
the latest ruin and crust
until you can’t hear
the cauldron at its core
anymore like looking
straight into the sun
unbearable wink of Time
out of which we’ve not
so much fallen as were
pushed browsing strolling
into this spatial world
which kidnaps time
and tortures it and makes
it feel cowardly and small
so far from home
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