LYRIC

Not lost. But gone before.
Deposited at the brink of time. Across the borders of infinity.
Atomized state. Crystalized existence. Linear-time ignored.
Indescent wings take me home.
From within john wheelers hyperspace.
The secret disclosed. Neither body nor radiation.
Vanished to outside observers. Those poor souls left behind.

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