The floor boards are here
They've stood by
Through wars and menstrual cycles
My feet pressed into it
I know of history
Quiet, empty pages
This old house sings
It pushes the air around me
My skin akin to piles of dirty clothes
Protruding from ancient burial grounds
Like a monument of here and now
Then and never
Between 5am and 10pm I feel alive
I know death awaits
Before my head turns and darkness arrives
I push past this world and the other
And for one beautiful moment I am pure energy
One endless orgasm
In the black hole
We call
Eternity
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