Then I was a magnet. A lovely pulling magnet.
Now I am . . . well let’s forget. Just forget. Just forget.
If all is only transformation,
And everything must different be,
If even rocks feel trepidation,
And dullness follows jollity,
Then why must I feel lonely, wretched?
Why must I just darkness see?
In layers of time are buried
Fossils of eternity.
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