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Time matters so much to every traveler that passes through our station,
but not to us. An eternity we spend, unchanging.
I tell them the story of where they are, you maintain their transportation,
and when nobody’s here, we spend our time rearranging
frozen burritos meant to be cooked by low radiation.
I don’t know who I was before this, no memories containing
my life on Earth, before this became my occupation.
We’ve done this side by side for so long, never aging,
never developing ourselves or falling prey to fateful reservations,
but now, this everlasting routine of ours I’m feigning.
I’ve started to wonder about our destination
Mac, I don’t know how many eternal nights we have remaining.
I want to know if we will reach salvation