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Always might be all of time It might be the entirety of space Perhaps just a lifetime Who can say wether it is to be the lifetime of a tulip or the lifetime of a turtle Of a towering mountain or a winding river As long as the sun sets and as long as it rises Time cannot justify always Always might be a construct, a net Gifting us the ability to believe our matters matter amongst all of matter How can we possibly promise always, Not even knowing how long that'll be It has the potential to be a broken promise or a faithful gift Probably both It's fact- something that has been and cannot be altered Longer than the shadow cast by the sun setting beyond the looming mountain yet shorter than the flicker of a weak flame It is everything in between An unquantifiable infinity Anywhere between the earth on which you sit and the unforeseeable universe All this doubt yet 'always' sounds so solidly sure and concrete We will always wonder how long always is Not a statement but a question because: how long is that?
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
Promise of always
Always might be all of time It might be the entirety of space Perhaps just a lifetime Who can say wether it is to be the lifetime of a tulip or the lifetime of a turtle Of a towering mountain or a winding river As long as the sun sets and as long as it rises Time cannot justify always Always might be a construct, a net Gifting us the ability to believe our matters matter amongst all of matter How can we possibly promise always, Not even knowing how long that'll be It has the potential to be a broken promise or a faithful gift Probably both It's fact- something that has been and cannot be altered Longer than the shadow cast by the sun setting beyond the looming mountain yet shorter than the flicker of a weak flame It is everything in between An unquantifiable infinity Anywhere between the earth on which you sit and the unforeseeable universe All this doubt yet 'always' sounds so solidly sure and concrete We will always wonder how long always is Not a statement but a question because: how long is that?
Because who really knows anything
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
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