I lie-
With my spine in my hands
As time makes love with the sands
While the worlds orbit the eye
And the feeling entices my thought

I fade-
Gracefully in and out of life
Of reality and dreams ever-strife
Subconsciously I know everything
And consciously I know naught

I die-
For the hundredth time today
And for what, for why I say
To lie, to fade, to die in this end
With my spine in hand I do rot

 
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