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I meteor showers are not very cleansing nor are shooting stars much of a threat they pass over arms raised and waving with a hundred cries of ‘not yet’ by the time they have passed the universe might expand enough to engulf Regret and our arms will touch our sides as we realise the chances we may have missed and by then stars may not exist and Never may have already paid its debt and we’re left wondering why we were left behind and not chosen as hunks of rock flew by and though Ever After has been stitched on our minds dimensional thread by thread (and has with it what the past cannot forget without a vast sense of swoon) Ever After will never become Forever if it speaks too late or arrives too soon II if you were to ask Where when it would be he would most definitely reply with ‘not now’ and if you were to ask Why exactly how he would probably reply: ‘without me’ but if you were to question What with how it was he would redirect you straight back to Why so the last one to ask is the ever glum Was (for he knows many things, most of all regret) and Was also knows all you’ve done and all you’ve done wrong he won’t let you forget III I’m about to begin work on Forever but I don’t know how long it will take by the time I’m done with Now who knows When it will be maybe by then North will be South but true North will be down somewhere else and clocks won’t have numbers they’ll just have words like ‘never’ and ‘too late’ it might take a very long time so it would be nice to have someone here just for having someone here’s sake it wouldn’t make Time any less steady nor pass it any quicker or slower but when the little hand gets to ‘too late’ or where ‘too late’ should have been I hope to have felt and seen everything
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Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 2:16 AM UTC
Compendium on Time
I meteor showers are not very cleansing nor are shooting stars much of a threat they pass over arms raised and waving with a hundred cries of ‘not yet’ by the time they have passed the universe might expand enough to engulf Regret and our arms will touch our sides as we realise the chances we may have missed and by then stars may not exist and Never may have already paid its debt and we’re left wondering why we were left behind and not chosen as hunks of rock flew by and though Ever After has been stitched on our minds dimensional thread by thread (and has with it what the past cannot forget without a vast sense of swoon) Ever After will never become Forever if it speaks too late or arrives too soon II if you were to ask Where when it would be he would most definitely reply with ‘not now’ and if you were to ask Why exactly how he would probably reply: ‘without me’ but if you were to question What with how it was he would redirect you straight back to Why so the last one to ask is the ever glum Was (for he knows many things, most of all regret) and Was also knows all you’ve done and all you’ve done wrong he won’t let you forget III I’m about to begin work on Forever but I don’t know how long it will take by the time I’m done with Now who knows When it will be maybe by then North will be South but true North will be down somewhere else and clocks won’t have numbers they’ll just have words like ‘never’ and ‘too late’ it might take a very long time so it would be nice to have someone here just for having someone here’s sake it wouldn’t make Time any less steady nor pass it any quicker or slower but when the little hand gets to ‘too late’ or where ‘too late’ should have been I hope to have felt and seen everything
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Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 2:16 AM UTC
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