At any moment, I bet it is.
What else is there in anyone but what they see,
As what is their universe?
If it comes out like air through nothing at all,
And is made up of everything there is,
The sound omitted must be deafening,
With the truth that everything encompasses.
So let me talk to you like air through nothing,
And encompass you in its calming womb,
And lie beside you for an eternity,
And the universe will just have to make room.
And it's alright,
If we are only ever the two alive.
Our bodies may starve but we will understand it all,
And we'll never leave for we've always arrived.
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