Causalitas
Human is a grave
a waiting room
shadow in the corridor
forgotten being
fragile tongue
here
Loneliness.
Silence.
Human is a grave,
dash in a distance,
gasbag hold together by gravity
And when the machines are counting
the end of the world,
let's dance.
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