All the wasted years have
a secondary presence
lingering for the mind
beyond this one existence
sliced into pieces of time
put one after another
to create a chronology,
the paths taken that preserved
what has been lost
still going on beyond this
one perceived timeline,
some to their own defeats
and failures, some
to a measure of happiness,
few to a pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow,
and beyond the observable
horizon of the universe
in the infinite, in the maws
of black holes birthing
new universes, all of
it repeating, endlessly,
success and failure,
loss and happiness,
for there is no free will
in the multiverse
and no true loss
or gain, what can be
will be, has always been,
and you everything
you could be.
15.07.-10.08.2025
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