Endlessness
The snow falls from the steeps of the hills,
Until all I can see is white flecks in my eyes
Covering my vision from all around.
As I stand and wonder, my indifference
Comes from the back of my brain
And I realize I may not be completely
Human in the ways of humanity
But I still have a feeling of strangeness
That flows in and out of me
Until I come through from the deep pits
Of my brain where I hide everything
From everyone
Until I come to my senses
And let go of it all
Until everything is outside of me
Pouring itself into the strangeness
Of our empty universe
Where we may be alone until the
End of time
But the end of time is
Years away from me.
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