My friend is sick and cannot hear me now
And I despair that she may never hear
But she is strong and should come back somehow
To be as far as ever she was near
Yet there is something longer wrong with me
And I know what we chase must run away
But I tried to catch immortality!
Now I sort things toward the end of my stay
I feel the inevitability
Of the end of temporariness when
This man we know will simply cease to be
Which is why I love now instead of then
When I become burnt offering my dust
Becomes part of your backyard as it must
Your message, gorgeous, your tempo, appreciated, your use of syllabic undercurrents and confessionals, delightful, Steven Curtis! Many layered and ambiguous, with compassion.
I must add I supplied my own mind-punctuation, it clicked instead of flowed, in my head, but iterated itself and combined.
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I must add I supplied my own mind-punctuation, it clicked instead of flowed, in my head, but iterated itself and combined.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
a big fan. Especially drawn to:
Yet there is something longer wrong with me
And I know what we chase must run away
But I tried to catch immortality!
-gene.