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Waking up soaked in sweat; 

I have been banished to the Rock of Death,

I have violated the taboo,

And only the ostracized may speak to me.

This is nothing tangible.

It will slip through my fingers,

As I desperately cling onto the grains;

Billions of years in the making 

With only a few moments left.

If she is lucky, 

She will turn into glass 

That no one can look through.

She will erode into the sea,

Embracing the currents like a lost lover;

Touch the living no longer.

You have heard the cicadas shriek

I promise those are the cries of The Damned,

Have you heard silence on a summer’s night?

This Being has no absolute;

I am in a holographic universe.