Chronological arrangement is so boring.
I see everything happening now,
All at once, all time in one point.
There is no linear path that I can see,
Just endless ranges of mountain peaks,
Higher and higher than the last.
There is a deep valley,
Somewhere beyond those mountains.
I aim to find it,
Before I run out of oxygen.
These peaks have taken me too high,
And I need to come down.
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