And so the whisper says
Go
See
Analyze
Record
And I see the people compacted
The range of body space contracted
The memory redacted
But the leaves of the tree let go
Like future porn, falling like snow
Don't you feel it. Denatured dentures flow
Into a pocket, into the so
So, so it goes
Trembling sleep flies in the face of hidden clocks
Flying time, held desperately
Fingers clasped fruitlessly against the
Gravity and water
The tumult, the sliding seen
The accretion of self sentiments
Sediment
Then rocks forming and grinding
Dust to dust
From one star system to the next
Glory beholden through yawning expanses of time
Met and dreamt, marked and marbled
The trinkets of eternity
Clicking and scored
For the game of progress
Progression idealized and lost
We find ourselves in the darkening mist
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