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You've had this thought before The flowers on the window sill The distant sound of a radio The streets The grass The stars The sky's dome above your head Everything is normal on Earth Exactly as it is now Look up at the sky God is in his heaven God is in his heaven A god who's very very silent Home awaits A beautiful serene place Of mystery And peace The one thing you will never find again All the love and patience of your friends The tenderness you feel You no longer live there Those times are gone And so are those people Why did you come here? Why are you still here? You don't know The freedom of finality That's all you have now The great see-through world All things bright Only you remain You against the nothingness It's not fire It's not ash Everything is calm You can only sense the shape of it A pit opening up in your stomach A blank space With no point of reference Something that has always been there A new reality Barely out of sight Where only one type of motion is possible The motion of a human throat swallowing A throat into which the world will vanish What strange words to celebrate a new world No cities No oceans No mountains You can breathe now And finally
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Dec 14, 2023
Dec 14, 2023 at 6:09 PM UTC
Clinging To The Collapse
You've had this thought before The flowers on the window sill The distant sound of a radio The streets The grass The stars The sky's dome above your head Everything is normal on Earth Exactly as it is now Look up at the sky God is in his heaven God is in his heaven A god who's very very silent Home awaits A beautiful serene place Of mystery And peace The one thing you will never find again All the love and patience of your friends The tenderness you feel You no longer live there Those times are gone And so are those people Why did you come here? Why are you still here? You don't know The freedom of finality That's all you have now The great see-through world All things bright Only you remain You against the nothingness It's not fire It's not ash Everything is calm You can only sense the shape of it A pit opening up in your stomach A blank space With no point of reference Something that has always been there A new reality Barely out of sight Where only one type of motion is possible The motion of a human throat swallowing A throat into which the world will vanish What strange words to celebrate a new world No cities No oceans No mountains You can breathe now And finally
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Dec 14, 2023
Dec 14, 2023 at 6:09 PM UTC
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