A short visit
And I am once again lost
In this waking dream
Where time agrees
Only with consiousness
And the unconsious
Cannot understand it
I am aware of space
The folding kind
The author of the Black Hole
That is my mind
Assuming your gravity
As food for my own
Infintesmal smallness
The snallness of a Universe
Winding down
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