time means nothing
history is a blip
formed and crushed
in my perfect world
compressed and stressed
becoming smooth and pushed
as i sit atop
this frozen world
bring me there
put me down
violentlygentlyslowly
cover me with soil
trees and roots
forget me for
tens of thousands of years
find me and dig me out
show me to the sun
crack me open
my insides
have never
seen the light of day
it is glorious
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