stand with your lover on the ending earth-

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stand with your lover on the ending earth-

and while a (huge by which huger than
huge) whoing sea leaps to greenly hurl snow,

suppose we could not love, dear; imagine

ourselves like living neither nor dead these
(or many thousands hearts which don't and dream
or many million minds which sleep and move)
blind sand, at pitiless the mercy of

time time time time time

how fortunate are you and I, whose home
is timelessness: we who have wandered down
from fragrant mountains of eternal now

to frolic in such mysteries as birth
and death a day (or maybe even less)

 
–E. E. Cummings

 

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