Nothing
I close my eyes
and I am empty,
I gaze upon the stars within,
I watch the end coming.
It won’t be pretty,
it won’t be anything at all.
The final firing of my neurons
will last an eternity,
I will not be born again:
I have seen everything
and I know nothing.
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