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so many words, thoughts, lives,
intersecting in bits and bytes
humming across the screen in countless scans
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we pour our souls into wounded vessels
looking for a reflection that reassures that we are real;
not real in the sense that we exist but that we matter.
yet all is matter, a terrible and immeasurable weight
spanning light years and now no time at all.
it is energy and entropy, conspicuous to the point of pain
our fading selves, lights drifting off into a distance unknowable because time is linear
even though dreams seem timeless.
you ask me to read and to care
but to do so I must surrender a part of me
what little time I have before the light fades beyond recognition
is spent now swimming in the thoughts of your imagination,
never retrievable, never remembered as true as first encountered,
forever changed by my having seen them,
only for a moment do I exist to feel your words and comprehend the incomprehensible that is you.
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"My give up, my give up." - Jar Jar Binks
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