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Eternity
Running, slipping in and out of reality
I falter
Not in step, but in breath and thought.
No longer can I grasp the simplest of concepts
Or ideas
Or emotions.
Feelings.
Death's cold hand grips
Me and then releases.
I am momentarily brought out from my conscience coma
To realize that eternity as I know it cannot be had.
In some other form, I may touch Forever,
But here in my mortal prison it is only an idea
Swimming in a pool of incomprehensibility.
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