One day I'll make that coffee mug
reassemble itself on the kitchen table
One day I'll grasp hold this arrow of time, mercilessly hurtling forward
I'll send it back the other direcrion
Collapsing space and time or simply
reversing those and thee, afflicted by the increasing of entropy
One day I will no longer perceive myself growing older, but younger, caring less
One day I will no longer be bound or shackled by this tangible illusion, life
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