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The final problem
was not final at all
there’s always some
sleight of hand
disguising the true nature
of the aftermath
of the fall
finality is obscured
by uncertainty
or distant time
it seems it all must
end at last
but who can guess
the next paradigm
And so just who can say
When sleep unending comes
who knows what occupation I might
find past twiddling eternal thumbs
what
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