We walked into our landscape and
heard leafs rustle the carpet
We saw every future in the distance,
notorious in clear weather
There were sentences we never
read before, words written worlds
Ice became gas and then heat with
distance molten until closer
Our time was heaven and we were
present as a blue planet
The evening became a falling dusk and
we never woke up again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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