the end

when I wake up I have no voice and a mirror shows me no image

I am a floundering concept pretending to be human

Walking as if I have a spine and hands and heart

When I am just this star dust inverted cylinder a cycle keeping a ticking time with galaxies. It is no more me

Than an internet test can tell

What sort of shoe I am. I know I am.

So it amazes me another light beam could collapse and expand so differently

We live life as if it is serious. As if it is something that lasts

It doesn’t

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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