12/02/2025
Started sharing this poem with my 7ry old who is beginning to think/worry about death.
being to timelessness as it’s to time, love did no more begin than love will end; where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim love is the air the ocean and the land (do lovers suffer? all divinities proudly descending put on deathful flesh: are lovers glad? only their smallest joy’s a universe...