Afterlife
What if
this life was but a waking dream,
and to be awake
would mean to sleep, to cease,
to open one’s eyes and see
the world turning
like some great machine;
in the beating heart
of infinity
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2013
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