We’re still in process. |
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Everything is at stake in deciding where and what we are. |
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Each suggestion of coordinates obfuscates what might have been or could be. |
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Every naming is a death, |
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an imposition of desire upon the eternal. |
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The collapse of time and space was meant to be imperceptible, |
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but it’s you and I who are nowhere to be found. |