Until the End of Time

A year has passed, I do believe

I may be breaking free

I still don't see or feel or hear

But somehow I can Be

I know the day, I know the night

It doesn't matter how

I died in summer, felt the change,

And know it's summer now.

I can no longer feel my body

I'm sure it isn't there.

There's no more digging all around me

The atmosphere is bare.

And yet I know that I exist

For I am far from Gone.

The more I grow, the more I Know

And strive to go beyond.

The End

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