They have been lying.
Nobody knows.
Not a blessed thing.
Not a damned thing.
Instant oblivion.
Beautiful painless nothing.
Forgetful god stuff.
Flipped switch, vanished raster.
Or, worlds exchanged.
Surfacing on alien seas.
Slow dawning on the dim
Morning fringe of the next.
Where the active verb solidifies
Into a permanent adjectival state
Everyone is inventing like mad.
Can I get a witness?
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