This can't be
the end of things
the line of time etched in sand
disturbed by foot or hand
This can't be
an aspect of time
from moot point to mute point
no language demand
or experience recall
or innocence regain
sleeping, dreaming
never the same
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
This can't be
the end of things
the line of time etched in sand
disturbed by foot or hand
This can't be
an aspect of time
from moot point to mute point
no language demand
or experience recall
or innocence regain
sleeping, dreaming
never the same
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