How great the space when without us,
how far stars seem to be,
when you, me, and the whole world by
parts just cyclically.
Are greetings sorrow
til tomorrow?
Are parents here to be?
Is absence kinder,
desire blind
to sheer simplicity?
Something immense, beyond the scope,
helps me here to see,
only the things I am shown
to not belong to me.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
How great the space when without us,
how far stars seem to be,
when you, me, and the whole world by
parts just cyclically.
Are greetings sorrow
til tomorrow?
Are parents here to be?
Is absence kinder,
desire blind
to sheer simplicity?
Something immense, beyond the scope,
helps me here to see,
only the things I am shown
to not belong to me.
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