Shelf Lives

My mind runs ragged victory laps, not races.
The applauding crowds are strange. They don’t have faces.
‘We’ve won,’ my mind tells mirroring copies of itself
arranged by dates of deception on a shelf
that is labelled Life, erroneously. The lies
of the land allay no fears although one tries
to ease my mind by saying it will be
happier on the shelf Eternity.

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