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Jan 2016
The final page is where it all makes sense
The panorama is complete
Where you tie up loose ends
And *you're not supposed to cheat


But we flipped to the last page
We broke all the rules
Trying too hard to abate
The inevitable whirlpool

And everyone knows you lose interest
If you know how a story concludes,
What's the point in reading
When you know what ensues

But we, we couldn't take it
We ripped out the words
We scribbled on new ones
Attempted to make them work

For years we rioted against kismet
Running around in circles
Defying the looming doom
Pretending to be eternal

It drove us insane, the unending gyre
As we convinced ourselves we were forever
Until one day the faded page floated by
And *
we lurched at it together
It was always in the past.

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