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To Begin With

To begin with
Solidity is a mental illusion
The world always had its holes in it
We have no end, only confusion
Change always is indeterminate
O, but where did we begin again
Don't you see
The beginning was just the effect
Of the preceding cause
So now you agree we met before
That was tomorrow
But I cannot remember what you will be
Memory has a hole in it
And the pass is falling out
Like stars, one by one.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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