Searching for Galileo,
the race to be first home,
In a sea of patients
we climb the probability tree,
walk upon the shore collecting
memory shells,
We win the little wars,
lose the big fight,
These windows are breathing apparatus,
this ceiling, a blur of tungsten sky,
rain, tears, weep,
To rest near to you,
the technicolor sleep,
and I died with you,
All farewells are sudden.
Oct 18, 2024
Oct 18, 2024 at 5:14 PM UTC
Searching for Galileo,
the race to be first home,
In a sea of patients
we climb the probability tree,
walk upon the shore collecting
memory shells,
We win the little wars,
lose the big fight,
These windows are breathing apparatus,
this ceiling, a blur of tungsten sky,
rain, tears, weep,
To rest near to you,
the technicolor sleep,
and I died with you,
All farewells are sudden.
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