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The infinitude of nothingness and time: an abyss before me, an abyss after me, an abyss not unlike me, surrounding me - not only me, but you and me, from the stars birthed, and laid to rest in the earth. This is our silence. This is our fight. Heaven or hell in a bedroom, with no bed, no windows, no one else in it. Or the unknowable purgatory of an heirloom with no heirs who shall wear. Rationalizing life as a side effect of the existence of ancient molecules, we live and wonder why.

The structure permeating or once permeating this emptiness was absolute. Sovereign. It gave birth to the means to categorize it. Measure it. Expound upon it. It is done. Evolution is a nuclear bomb, walking aloof amongst the souls of newborn gods aware of their own death.

Disciples hear me, they screamed at each other. Blasphemy. In the same breath, curses, loves, lusts, and threats. Indistinguishable agonies want each other. We don't. It was never different. There is no line, no expanse, only hope and fear. They, too, shall overlap.

Everything at my fingertips, I want it less. Life, I want to hide. Death, I want to hide. Love, I want to hide. Yet I will perish wishing I knew you at all.