What is this thing called Time, that I am in?
Does it really go on for ever?
If there is eternity I don’t want it.
Time holds nothing but black……..birds weeping
Out their blackness until it fills
The space that is left
The black space grows, swallows up eternity
I don’t want eternity, not even to live
In this black pool
Black……birds sing
Do they?
Do you hear their song?
Or the cry of their black falling?
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