Poetry: A Brief Autobiography of Eternity

I can’t remember where I came from–
the thought is like a small bird
singing somewhere in a forest shrouded in fog.

But I must have been here for eternity,
for whether in life or death,
I can find no way to escape this place.

 I must have always been here,
for there is nowhere else
to come from or go to.

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