you fall asleep in my arms,
as am tormented by dreams
I know aren't real,
we each survive
one revolution
of the infinite
then blackness
I feel your skin as
it melts into mine
there is nothing sadder than time,
said the old gods,
How do I know?
I am one of them
believe in me,
I have one grand trick yet to play,
It is a flower in a meadow
on a continent, between oceans,
on a planet hurtling toward oblivion,
It is a black hole chorus only for you.
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