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Floating
Inside a glass tube
I moved into
a thousand years ago.
Needles and tubing
vining from everywhere.
Floating,
I have been
for a millennium.
I have seen every moment.
I forgot about sleeping…
My eyes stuck open,
trapped in liquid
and my mind.
I am everything,
I'm nothing.
Floating,
I see only straight ahead.
I see the universe.
A beautiful doorway
trimmed with gold,
carved by the hand of God.
It opens,
I am opened.
Washed in starlight,
a sleepless dream.
Floating,
watching forever.
A glass doorway,
tinted pitch black.
It is all I ever see,
constant.
One is real,
both are real.
Dead and breathing,
permanent and fleeting.
Floating.
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