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Think of all and everyone you've lived and loved
like clouds across a meadow
as you sit in the grass
watching people you know play
and run around

Think of all the trails you've walked
and the beauty of the smallest weed nestled
in the crook of a tree at a nameless
indistinguishable bend

Think of how you are that weed beside that tree
and how the tree cradles you
and how that crook, that spot
the things around you are there and beautiful
and you could rest there forever
in love

Think of how that love can swallow time
and consume it
until it is nothing but a fly
buzzing through your place
existing only in the boundaries of your moment

Think of how in the absence of time
and the replacement of love
all that is good may last forever