Time and the fractal illusion of long and short
All times, periods, stories, bubbles,
Events, poems, minutes, lines, people,
Me, relating to time,
Have the same emotional,
Psychotic envelope as life.
THe excitement and confusion of birth,
The complacency of a lifetime ahead,
The solidity of being,
In the cold shadow of the end,
Coasting along, unable to imagine the end,
Or remember the beginning.
The shock of the passed,
Hours, minutes, years,
All the same,
Gone into nowhere
Speeding up, exponentially, unexpectedly,
The fear of the end and the psychotic belief,
It'll never happen,
The paradox of an unknowable end,
Which happens, and does not happen.
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