2024-05-08 23:29 UTC
@VeryBadLlama@mas.to
De Vermis
The worm drives helically through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table integral and good;
And suddenly the crystal hits the floor.
Electrons find their paths in subtle ways,
A massless eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of other days --
Perhaps you will not miss them. That's the joke.
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@KevinMarks@xoxo.zone 2024-05-08 23:30
@VeryBadLlama@mas.to The universe winds down. That's how it's made. But memory is everything to lose; Although some of the colors have to fade, Do not believe you'll get the chance to choose. Regret, by definition, comes too late; Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate. John M. Ford 2003 https://nielsenhayden.com/electrolite/archives/003789.html