Time, too much, too little
I do not want to live forever
Forever, composed of recurrent nows
There is no exception
To this simulation
Time changes everything
Except for Infiniteness
Those latitudes of home
That we can imagine past biology
Removes the dates, duality
Of mind, faulty perception
There are dimension beyond time
These months dissolve
Into further months, the years
Give way to an exhaling them
And the seconds pound like
Heart-beats of forever now
I do not want to live forever
And I won’t, though miss these weeks
Maybe, without internal debate
Or external pause, life is what it is
Celebrated days among the tragedies
No different from the stuff
The years themselves are made of
Time, too much, too little
You have executed memory
And composed a crystallization of “I”
Though I know it’s not real
There is no exception
To this simulation.
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