What has happened to today?
It unmade itself
By being, by happening,
Everywhere and all at once
But simultaneously
Nowhere, at no point the same.
Imagine drowning
In Lake Immortality.
That’s what this day is doing.
That’s what every moment does.
In fact, there are no moments,
Only our sporadic yelps,
What was that? Wait! What was that?
The world is a hole
In the middle of the world.
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