impersonate ourselves
but the future is a dream
the past keeps screaming
in the present
so you can see what a superficial
concept time is
like a stream that thins out over
flesh-eating stones
so you are flayed
unimaginable pain
in the body unimaginable
joy in the spirit
fused and cooked together
so it can all be taken
as nourishment
in the timeless realm
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