There is no Time
It moves without predjudice
Yet memories transcend
And emotions bridge like a worm hole
But if Time is not a scale, then it is not Time at all
Why measure the infinitely finite?
There is daytime and night
Happiness and sadness
Waking roars and slumbered breaths
Time loves not you or I
Then measure I will the Lived Love
And stay time through the beloved thoughts a plenty
And measure I will you who loves me
That feeling I will make my black hole
For there it is endless and unknown
It is there we will be forever the Lived Loved
-Mens Stannum
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