The void stares back
the thin space between lines and letters
a closer edged knife,
the arc of infinity
numbers belie a truth
behind words without
corresponding reality.
The void stares back at us
tells us we've fucked up,
that the future is now,
we've been waiting for
something that never existed.
the haggard reflection
that greets us in the morning,
the tired visage of afternoon
and the lonely survivor of
another day all point
towards the future.
welcome to the rest of your life...
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