Journey of the three fates

I sit as my three selves, past, present, and future,

Afloat on a wooden raft that slowly gains water,

Starry skyed, I travel a dark river, through a hazy landscape.

Future faces forward, past looks behind, while the present holds its head in its hands.

Blindfolded, the turbulent waters confuse our true direction,

We ride rough waters towards a waterfall that empties itself into a vast black void.

The immense darkness of that void is as indescribable, as it is inevitable.

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