Crazy to think.
That our love rose higher
Than the mountains we climb
Than the scorpions in our selves
That crawl out of the sands of time,
Than the daemons of doubt
Dredged out of the edges of our mind,
Than the mentality of mortality
That dooms every ending of our kind.
It's just crazy to think.
The words of an idea
May be all that survive.

Sam@031917