The cave is
The floor was once wet
But is it now
The rolls of once mud
Pinch off into a sump
Movement
It whips back and forth
A blur
You are told
That it kills
Because that is what it does
It is not good
Or evil
It is
Even the blood is torn asunder
By it's frenzied movement
Until it is gone
Movement
The floor is above you
But below
It is impossibly low
As you stand
Things try to break through
They are not good
But they may be evil
If that existed
They simply want to eat
There are holes in the floor above you
You stand on it below you
Are they hands
Rocks
Shaped
Tools
They cannot reach you
Even though you are right there
But time is movement
And movement is time
The voice
Tools
Pickaxes and hammers
Drills and lasers
They are evil
You are parts
They try
But cannot
The floor is not wet
Even though it is mud
Darkness
There is nothing
But nothing is something
Waves
Lines
Static
Each pip
Dot
Point
A mouth
Impossibly small
But as large as the universe
Tears
Are the Quarks
The Leptons
Smaller than themselves
Even they are torn
Energy itself is destroyed
Time isn't
Even nothing isn't
Because nothing is something
You sit up
The voice is gone
The light comes on
Is it real
Go back to sleep
Time is movement
And movement is time
Move
The cave is
The floor was once wet
But is it now
The rolls of once mud
Pinch off into a sump
Movement
It whips back and forth
A blur
You are told
That it kills
Because that is what it does
It is not good
Or evil
It is
Even the blood is torn asunder
By it's frenzied movement
Until it is gone
Movement
The floor is above you
But below
It is impossibly low
As you stand
Things try to break through
They are not good
But they may be evil
If that existed
They simply want to eat
There are holes in the floor above you
You stand on it below you
Are they hands
Rocks
Shaped
Tools
They cannot reach you
Even though you are right there
But time is movement
And movement is time
The voice
Tools
Pickaxes and hammers
Drills and lasers
They are evil
You are parts
They try
But cannot
The floor is not wet
Even though it is mud
Darkness
There is nothing
But nothing is something
Waves
Lines
Static
Each pip
Dot
Point
A mouth
Impossibly small
But as large as the universe
Tears
Are the Quarks
The Leptons
Smaller than themselves
Even they are torn
Energy itself is destroyed
Time isn't
Even nothing isn't
Because nothing is something
You sit up
The voice is gone
The light comes on
Is it real
Go back to sleep
Time is movement
And movement is time
Move
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