Sonnet 2,947


Though miles are bastard plenty, they be traced
So near you sit; so far you fuck my mind
This empty, full-up World is but a space
Now time and old new planets are aligned

Two starstuff parts had fucked to become one
Though stars be dead their light remains alive
Across the universe our pieces shone:
A single part made two become revived

Right now you’re a fuckternity away
Yet close enough to make my soul complete
Our bodies are brought closer night-by-day
For as we write in song, we breathe in beats.

My time, my space, my last and yet my first;
My life, my mind, my fucking Universe.


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