Now that we don't know where we are
in the collapse…
this boring job...
under the burden of the past...
what astonishes me
is a god
or a mountain
in imagination
that keeps breathing silently
through the wars
while our hands are being watched by the herd
inside the night of our instincts…
I sit still in the dark
timing my heartbeat
to a clock on the wall…
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