Drowned in Time

So you told me:

That time becomes no more when it is split.

But I don’t know.

In this corridor,

Where time is stretched, twisted, connected into one gulp,

Time

Becomes

Nothing.

Even the orange of the sun that pulls out dawn

Even the blood spattered around the sky of the sun sinking in the mountains

Even the sad melodies of the moon standing without friend in the night sky

Loses meaning as time, as light

Even its meaning as nature

Under the eternal light of the corridor.

Tonight, in this empty corridor

Under the void, eternal light

While sinking in the loneliness

Time becomes no more,

And we become a nothing.

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