BURN_OFF

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remind me again why i'm doing this

the world has grown
draining
the sinking feeling has
faded
the feeling of
mattering
of having
matter
is still ever present
it will fade
eventually
as will most everything

it's a trip i had to take
it was
inevitable
and i've already started the necessary procedures
the things they will say
it will all fade into the grey oblivion

i can feel the disconnect furthering into the essential
places
i'll be scratches on walls
i'll be remnants on paper
i'll exist in the flicker

wavering in a quantum sense
reverence is not needed
a cleansing may be
to purge it from memory
to burn it off
the already blistering skin

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DISTANT_ECHO

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Realms unseen are waiting in the wings.
I've quietly gone gold
and whispers grate slowly in the air.

This place is infinite
and my eyes are fluid,
The stars are gentle winks
from a populous unaware.

Reveal to me, when the last breath comes,
how it is that I stayed so long.
The lens has begun to close
and this end is just the beginning.

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RECEIVING_TRANSMISSION

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