It,
would seem,
to me of course.
That,
these shiny cogs,
may simply not know,
the void.
For,
they've been,
intensely tethered to boxes.
Intensely,
tethered to machines.
Intensely,
tethered to god's,
tethered to,
obeying.
Such,
shall be reason,
they know not,
of tomorrow.
For,
tomorrow,
is the void.
The,
unknown.
Tomorrow,
be time,
one eyes shall seek.
Never,
to own.
For,
tomorrow,
is the void.
Be time,
absent existence,
within the confines,
of one's mind.
Be time,
only a second,
absent the ability to be,
defined.
Be time,
only now.
For,
tomorrow is,
the void...
©yungb123
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