Don’t ask me where it came from––
Truth is we’ll never know.
The past has never stopped us;
the future must come to stain.
When spacetime folds in on itself
No one will see it coming.
Nothing will feel––precisely the same.
#art #poetry #nihilism
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Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot. View all posts by Luke Meyer
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