The fear isn’t even
The fear isn’t even the death
It’s wondering about what could or couldn’t come afterwards
Just the nothing
The nothing
Imagining it I throw myself three points higher
The nothing
Because this feels like nothing but it’s broken up by
Nothing’s changed at all
It’s broken up by the sun and the wind and the sky and the stars and all I can see and cannot see
Does anyone want to tell the brain that thinking in different centres when it’s already the centre
It’s a spell of some sort
It’s a spell for some reason
And it makes no sense
It makes no sense to be
Being
What being is
Infinite possibilities from the start and this is where it lands
That’s the second shut up and kiss
Someone
I guess you did kind of borrow it
This is why I need you Hermes
Because the idea of not the end but the post-end
I just give in
Do I just give in?
The sun hates the question
Why?
Elucidating Questions 
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