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There is a time
and place
where the universe takes space
and evacuates the edges of my mind

I can see it
fall like sand
with a wave of my hand
there is a blanket of clear
and I dread the consciousness of  being

Only me and my
the thoughts in decline
I can let it go and be free

So leave me and us
There is nothing to discuss
I don't need the fuss
my mind is off for the evening

— The End —