One
lives
On time's outer rim,
Watching the flurry
Of seconds, years, millennia
Scurry by.
Once timeless,
One evolved
But, as all centrifugal victims,
Only to near extinction.
Within the rim, astral.
As timeless, spirit.
With G-force evolution,
Remnant only
Of molecular deterioration.
One does not like exile
But it ranks superior
To encapsulation
By deity
Or to life—as drone.
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