the clock ticks, the leaky faucet drips
eagerly i await for the dawn to come
to arise out of the shadows
that darken these corners of this room
in which i seem to have been trapped
to be emancipated from the cruel taskmaster would be ideal
to be relieved of the unceasing ennui would be desirable
to be simply reminded of what life was above the waters would be sufficient
falling, disintegrating, crashing
how brightly shines the meteor in its final moments
an aeon of existence yet only known for a fraction of a second
its solitary travels through the void were, predictably, unremarkable by onlookers
hello, age-old companion
even though i had hoped to be rid of you by now
life seems to have intended for a different path
per profunda repo (iterum)
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