Oh,
be past,
forever tethered?
Be such,
able to forever,
matter?
Or,
be it,
but a whisper?
For,
as sound,
reverberates the water within.
Past,
becomes a,
falsity.
This,
simplistic second,
paradoxically perplexing,
existence.
This,
moment.
Be,
the void,
tethered to such?
To this,
past?
Be such,
reason humanity,
is constantly altered?
Why,
such has yet,
to be,
that which has always been.
For,
within this,
past.
Within,
this intensely unnatural,
state.
Beings,
become stagnant.
Become,
this which seeks,
to constantly repeat.
For,
there exist no external,
yesterday...
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