I am stuck in my own mind
A box with a circle top
Eyes with no pigment
Scales with no flesh
Existence is beyond temporary future but falls short of eternity
The bindings of time held with faded yellowed glue. indented print on worn pages in the beginning fading to nothingness at the end
Faces blur, colors dull, and i am left with everything and nothing in one speck
Then my mind explodes again and the books pages are reprinted on reborn paper
Dabbling in a new era. billions of generations sit on the thumb that turns time to the next page.
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