Sometimes it feels like
I've lived past
the point I should.
Everything's in reverse & fast
forward at the same time.
Into a blackhole I can see.
Like a crouching tiger closing in.
A glimpse over the shadow
of peripheral.
It hunts you because
it knows nothing else.
Because it's all you know.
Without suffering to distract
& pleasure to extract
the painful awareness
of coldness of eternity
and the narrowness
of being.
What was I saying again?
A quarter to high.
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