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Time Tunnel


Step into a new life.
Emerge into darkness,
walk into the chill, unknown underpass.
Quickly, lights and color whirl by,
gigantic masses begin to take form.

The inanimate, the animate, and the intangible.
All the senses filled, thoughts conjured,
live life as a moral being.
What occurs in tomorrow’s events
are already yesterday’s memories.

The colors begin to fade as light shimmers,
as if seeing stars within an atmosphere.
The  journey through the tunnel leads to darkness.
Heaviness surrounding as fleeting memories
are lost with the perception of time.

The tunnel, a swift adventure.
Death, the destination.

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