If within the limitation of parentheses
(Throw away information goes here)
Holds the reflection in a greater sphere
I hold in my heart (Mostly in my art)
The thought of you my dear
Your heart should be aware
(Written in the stars
In our private holy hemisphere)
We have always
To each other been near
Sub-atomically we arrived (In ethereal beauty)
Aesthetic attractions draws us
Again we manifest (Another mess)
Until we learn the laws (Of eternal rest)
Then shall we begin again (In thee end)
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
If within the limitation of parentheses
(Throw away information goes here)
Holds the reflection in a greater sphere
I hold in my heart (Mostly in my art)
The thought of you my dear
Your heart should be aware
(Written in the stars
In our private holy hemisphere)
We have always
To each other been near
Sub-atomically we arrived (In ethereal beauty)
Aesthetic attractions draws us
Again we manifest (Another mess)
Until we learn the laws (Of eternal rest)
Then shall we begin again (In thee end)
Traveler Tim
Drawn on the spirit of E.E.Cummings
Who died a month before I was born.
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