The past, destroyed.
Future, locked. Fixed? Uncertain?

Ceaseless annihilation of everything outside now.
Flowing, observed creation.
Nothing outside this instant speck.

Circles the lords of all domains.
Zoom! The arc becomes a line.

The photon that shortens the line to a speck.
Unaware its instant spanning all-time.

How strange that all fits into nothing

Duplicate me, and let me see myself.
Four eyes.
Which are mi

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