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Not only isn’t it over, It never started

I am time immovable

A question never asked

A baby unborn

Essentially I am nothing

Which, for the record, is very convenient

Because I have no real interests

Only queries about the human experience

Because I want to be like you

And I despise everything you are

This is merely an experiment

Just like you and I are at the hands of god’s boredom

Isn’t it wonderful?