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living stone (Free verse) by nentwined

The world ends With blood Let in dribs and drabs The moment not knowable As truth succumbs To fancy flights Fractalling Zeno-logically Ever tighter Until that binary split Of inevitability Already having squeezed Consciousness From the stone.

SupremeDreamer 18-Feb-21/5:15 AM
You don't have to squeeze quite that hard to make me but bruh.... Relax.

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