I'm Not Insisting on the Ubiquity of Thanatophobia But I have all these portals To escape my fear of death Why would I not jump down To drown in the spacetime All these shortcuts to get Living cut up by the short Shrift of the sun to dawn Opening this video game On the horizon you can Sense an ending rising Like a climate changing Arranging now to fight it In the microwaving plastic Particles exploding poison There is that choice not to Not that way dusk says I really only have now Then to swim through Multiple waves of layers All the same place via Lines grooved my mind To what I'm leaving to You with this delusion Redefining the period.
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