Why waste time with patience?
I wonder who will read the words a thousand years from now
If AI would debate or try analyse or understand these snippets
These snippets of abstract non sense, the only act which eases the soul for whatever that is... And for whatever that means or for whatever it's worth
Here I am in an indifferent universe
For whatever I am
For whatever I am not
Stretching out as the stars are
Buring my composition.
... Until I pass.
And who shall pass me?
Who shall see me in these words?
Or simply see themselves
The all seeing solipsist
My friend or myself
Fade to black laughing
- sleeps
