nothing escapes the machinery of time,
as it was built for it's own survival,
with the help of those who want space...
an abstraction when it comes to the rest,
as we are just beings, fulfilling our dreams,
in this vast mechanism of existential needs.
are we alone?
say it's creator,
with those hands,
moving matter...
is this all?
is it?
no...
you have consumed your limits, not mine.
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