The world presses in,a towering river of debris glitteringwith specks of one ongoing explosion.All of us are morphing,our faces layered with many faces, two eyesgazing upward from the ending of time.Our skin is travelling from country to countryeven as we sit stilland the second hand staysfrozen on the wall clock.
From somewhere far inside usa young woman of a millennium agorises to the surface, ...
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