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The past fixed and destroyed.
Future inaccessable till we arrive.
Ceasless annihilation of the now.
Sisyphus' hands unstoppable.
Creation upon observation, his arms.

The slither in the sweeping arc,
Circumference becoming a straight line.
The photon that shortens the line to a speck.
unaware its span of 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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