The universe is vast and lives forever
But I do not. My brief visit in this place
Will be forgotten soon, I’ll leave no trace
And when my meager work mumbles lovers
In the dark, it will not be so different from
The love of animals or kings, just variations
On the same old thing. stories build nations
And people live all their little lives inside them
The endless sky calls endless dreams to play
But every dream we have is not so lost
We can only dream what sounds like what we say
What shapes we see, what hopes we have, we’ve lost
The endless void inside that swirls, the holy sway
Of stories beyond the sound. Our flesh is always lost.
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