It has long started. Morphing passes unnoticed before our eyes. The fever dream is decomposing. Rotten bodies are robbed out of their gifts. There is one last ride to the train station. Dunes scrape the horizon as the wagon reaches the end of the line. Rubble over the desert. Still pumping the carbon print. The only true belief is the spine we carry on our backs.
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