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To drown in the flood of my mother's womb I had no time before I was conceived My clock only started to tick when dad kissed my mom for the first time It was when his seconds met hers For every generation there is a kiss and there is also the afternoon Does the afternoon ever change? Yes there will be days when it rains but does this make the afternoon less than what it is? Was I conceived in the afternoon? Without a doubt I was conceived with a kiss Time is universal but it is not everything for the cosmos is a lot bigger than what we expect or imagine it to be It is not inconceivable that there is a universe without time as much as time ends when someone dies Memories surface but even memories fail They fade They select I'm not a part of someone's memories right now Someone I have never met but through dreams we're connected In dreams everything can happen at the same time or, at least, everything that matters Thus it is undermined It is no longer just a straight line but perhaps a point in space like dust or ash Like you and me Some day we will no longer be a part of it A part of a kiss A part of the afternoon They say that infinity is forever but forever is too short too soon

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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