Float thy thoughts of me upon an electric sea streaming,
thy warm memories splashing into existence by rippling waves,
and brought by thought into untouchable being,
or else to head for yawning graves.
Bear in mind the day mayst be coming when all life
is but a forgetful dreaming;
and I wonder if I wilt be alive
in yours upcoming
or just a casualty in the piling wreckage.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
Float thy thoughts of me upon an electric sea streaming,
thy warm memories splashing into existence by rippling waves,
and brought by thought into untouchable being,
or else to head for yawning graves.
Bear in mind the day mayst be coming when all life
is but a forgetful dreaming;
and I wonder if I wilt be alive
in yours upcoming
or just a casualty in the piling wreckage.
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