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Forever has no skin to peel,
no inner core to touch, no string
to tie beginnings to their ends.
Because its vastness is so great,
a measurement does not exist.
There is no "when". No sense of now
or then or soon-to-be; no thread
to mark the passage of our lives.
I ponder this, and wonder if
infinity is all or naught?
I feel a sense of awe to think
one day I'll leave this time-bound realm.
And yet I tremble at the thought
of knowing what forever means.
04/11/02
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