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Pacing backwards towards the shores

Time reversing as we grow scales

Drain the deepest of seas

Turn deserts into mountains

Crawling back into the caves

Where the past is the future

And yet once again we'll harvest the grapes

Turn them into wine and turn it right back into water

In dim lights where we reach for diffuse shapes

Is where we find our coming past selves

Counter-intelligent ways to absolution

Symbiotic relations unsanctioned impure

Regression is also a form of evolution

Tabula rasa, where we start born anew

With the intention to create life

We actually more likely destroyed

Counter-intelligent ways to absolution

Symbiotic relations unsanctioned, impure

Regression is also a form of evolution

Tabula rasa, where we start born anew