An Echoed Echo
Everything fades
Nothing lays empty
A prophecy of the end, yet incomplete
For how is this observation made?
The final Bip echoes
I AM, in the otherwise empty nothing
Time catches up
You find you are where and who you were
A wandering wondering whispers
Is that image anything like the actual end?
You have no idea
Now you know that you never will, can
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