It's
a moment of realizing the disappearing past the disappearing self the
diminishing us the moon even goes away in disgust and terror light of
my nights deprived if a wand then so a hand manipulated into
misrepresentation perennial victim each exhalation a decade's old
commercial pulsing out of our bodies wandering the universe the
metaverse it's a slow trap we all fall down upon or into evaporating
memories echoing electricity rebounding between an ever decreasing
number of diodes. Entropic progression what we fearfully call a
solution a presupposed conclusion but it's a moment a transition from
vaguely known to unknown again a dissipation the disappearing
presence of a feigned singular consciousness realizing that
everything we can conceptualize and emit is contained in a series of
closed systems a series of diminishing yet pulsing exhalations.
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