time is a feature of our minds
at each moment, we are at the edge of a paradise
called now, nothing can be in two places
the mind projects motion in what is a series of still caughts
what we think of as love, continuous
is error in observation: given enough time
maximum entropy will occur
it was no matter that you could never be straight
with me, could never tell me the truth of what you felt
could never say to me any sweetness in this hard, hard life
for what i imagine is everything, is more that what you could
offer, is more than what could ever exist
and inside the dreaming of the dream, it falters
to eclipse us, order is a rare phenomena falling around us
there was no before or after in this scene
it is ever lasting, i was closed my eyes against loss
i was shut down to when you left me standing
here alone
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