eternity isn't so far away.
remind me of my memories. discoveries. enemies.
the mind is only a machine.
if everything was framed, held solid, and tamed
movement wouldn't hold our attention.
dance would be a moment, constant stable, torment
a never ending, almost-embrace.
grace would be a possible, improbable, idea of history.
change would be a fable for the kids.
if i believed in forever, constant, together
i wouldn't focus on the past.
i would never shut my eyes, imagine, disguise
desire as simply looking back.
i wouldn't have to pretend, memorize, defend
as everything would be just as it was.
i can not identify
with anything
other than the ink on your clothing,
the ink on your skin.
i was the authority,
i found happiness within.
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