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The present is so frantically now, While the past is passing so fast, I can hardly assess, anymore, Where the former takes up As the latter abandons its task Of remembering so much unhappiness; The future gazes impatiently.
And almost, I can't ask How it is that pain forgets to feel, Travails lead to healing, For the spirit's regeneration, Dreams' fresh starts, Hearts bounding back From despair, resignation.
But as I think of you, tonight, Renascence invites me to worship At the altar of unaging love, Renew my youthful vows To pursue life passionately, And a tear baptizes my cheek, Erases all the grief.
Within infinities of infinity, You and I, lady, Negate every suggestion That the past, present, and future Have the slightest relationship To anything resembling time. They're the space that takes our shape.
05/11/10 - (2)
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