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May 2010
It's not to hard to see how everything is
For every action is everything and
wind stays steadier than I.

And life is naught but memories
If we exist at all, while
rumors and scientists both will take the fall.

When time erases all you've done
(the universe expandeth)
you will not know a thing.

For you'll have gone, satisfied,
while bandits rob your grave,
wind forceful at their backs.

I invented the candle, I did,
and look what has been done,
necessity no more.

You are old in my eyes,
and I am old in many eyes
not yet conceived, not yet realized.

not yet conceived.

not yet realized.
Written by
Irene S
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