the abyss stared back
time stopped in awe
Like an invisible raindrop that caresses the skin; a fleeting sensation
nothing matters in the end; nor in the beginning
the now persists (sic), lingers quietly, undisturbed.
with a notion of what’s to come
Alea iacta est
and how we dealt with it before: as if we had a choice
We accept thy ruling

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