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Monsieur Sleep May 2017
We are dust in dust, swimming
through time and existence
We remain when the bird dies
when the darkness conquers
when the silence reigns
Eternally moving, cursed
to remain, if nothing else.
We reach further into our home
here we lurk, here we live
here within the shadows
here within your minds
Here in the Nothing
awaiting, expecting
reaching further and further
until you let us out
and then we are shrieking
and destroying, and evolving
until you are Nothing
until we are all.

— The End —