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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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