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How wafer thin the thing we call our world!
No more than momentary, it extends
Indefinitely, even now pretends
Eternal ages; here a view unfurled
Defies impermanence; a bird that's whirled
Against the sky of its own whim makes bends;
Though falling short, sufficiently ascends
The sun; a singer's final note is hurled
Against its doom; and all is every way
Lost; ruins are but broken promises,
Which mended, fail; though not just yet, they will;
And tried and tested, all reality
Is not; but coming days the tender kiss
Of hope each feels; confirms there's meaning still. |
