Internal Truth
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Time stops. It touches all the space between
The planets, comets, stars and galaxies. Time spreads
Yet stops, eternity like this, unseen
But everywhere. It fails to be in beds
Except in holiest of sheets. Days halt
To make the widest room for wildest nights.
The days and nights retreat to make a vault
Beyond the measurement of loveless blights.
The light years’ and the eons’ rays expand,
Yet not. They freeze. A mind forever Yes
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