"What,
on earth,
are you,
running from?"
For,
wonder,
does the human.
Wonder,
as such sounds,
are expelled from,
the mouths,
of multitudes.
For,
such be,
a phrase.
Be,
that which,
the human states.
Oh,
how they wonder,
as they run.
Wonder,
as their body.
This,
which they deem,
theirs.
Is,
constantly running.
Constantly,
in fear.
Oh,
be not sound,
for human ears.
Be not,
such.
For,
still be minds,
which worry not,
about time.
Worry not,
about dying.
Worry not,
about being,
this moving entity.
For,
to run,
is to flee,
from being conscious.
To be,
only,
an organism.
To be,
only,
everybody...
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