The place where nowhere is infinite

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Lightly placed above dead remains

Where these clouds hang.

Memories like rolls of film

Glide through the air with
No sense of speed,

Everything continues spinning,

All but this one spot

Where the questions mark the significance of purpose.

Meaning, what is that?

Fulfillment, was it above every norm?

Then Rushing stops for the voices heard underneath the water.

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