It's beginning to feel like eternity is commonplace
Ephemeral dreams are slipping from my comprehension
I feel locked knee deep in the sands of time
These mammoth strings of hulking words
They give me reason to endure
Despite how loathsome they are slowly becoming
The words are patiently waiting but I cannot reach them
I'll give myself over to the aching ancient world of statues
Or hide myself away inside a cave to await winters end
I must weather these dark things I wish were not mine
I must rid myself of this sickness so that I may heal
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