someone sent me this yesterday taken from a book:
Our shared sense of cosmic yearning
Has turned this into a suprasensual union
Liften above Earth's space-time.
But if in the cosmo's vast dust-pan
Man's history is but a speck,
And a man's history but a speck
Of a speck of that speck,
Then what chance has this,
Our one hour
Against Time's merciless obliteration?
Only the lover's bold impulse
To pull it out in time
And fix it upon
An eternal star.
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