More than ever, is forever
And forever it’s just the cousin of infinity,
infinity is utopian;
And all this terms are juggling in my head
And you’re the puppeteer,
You hold the strings… somehow
Not sure how they got there,
Wrapped around your fingers
But they move me in a way I love.
If the strings are made out of thoughts !
Then I’m the archangel of thinking
In a heaven that’s shrinking, bit by bit,
Until it will implode, in Morningstar’s pit.
And like this forever gets back to more than ever
Encompassing infinity and utopia, in those strings
That flow into me, through your fingers ,
Making me high, high enough to fly …
Sunbathing on clouds, counting comets
Drawing Aramaic letters from your lips
To place them on the orbit,
So, all the souls could read that;
…………………………………..
More than ever is forever.
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