Ash snowflakes falling...
Moscow streets paved in glass...
Long winter to come...
Long silence after bluster and bravado...
Turnip shaped spires just a memory...
Internet documentation of Ozymandias' works wiped by EMP...
Natural selection in organic life shapes the face of the planet's surface,
With or without mankind...
A song lyric,
"If the world were ending,
You'd come over, right?"
It is constantly dying,
And being reborn...
As above, so below...
Tiny wormholes in every single atom...
Time sliding backwards, and forwards,
And in every other direction...
Every one point progression around the circumference changes
What you think you see at the center...
Everything is nothing,
And nothing is everything...
Add it all up to complete the circuit with a null charge...
The was no Big Bang to start the process...
The process never really started...
Simply something we think we can see
Just like God is something some think they can feel...
Just fever dreams dreaming themselves a fractal home...
A flurry of thoughts imagining this space...
A comforting lie for consciousness
Wondering why it exists...
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