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Every breath sliding closer I'm sent
Each smile under each kiss seeks
my breath's uneasy containment
Love like death I approach almost essenceless, till it ordains me- a contraction both blatant and immortal- (the things which are blatant always are)
as if it was there all along-
as if it had been the message the whole time-
two laughs-two loveborn sighs:birth and death:
holding in their pincers:forever.
Something you can't even imagine not being,
and yet find out, you have no choice but to forget,
rapidly forget-not slowly or fading but instantly-something you must forget by its very structure, it is forgotten repeatedly forever for every passing moment it remains your reality.
Though it has changed you forever, though is has sent you beyond the far reach now-its contrast haunts you, its reality lingers not in you- but in every song you'll ever sing-the very song
you sing to your children almost unwittingly from
the stars.
In an infinity discernable for a moment and therefore instantly forgotten,
instantly forgotten is the reality of forever.
That song still remains:
"Time is the only illusion, how lonely that must feel
But it's matter which creates it and matter's all thats real."
It emanates and fades forever warm and gentle, and alluring, and inches away from the icy surface of hell.
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