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[travissimo]

Yes, a day is merely forever

In memory’s shiningness,

And a year but a gust or a gasp

In the summer’s dying heat of Time, and in that last summer

I was almost ready to learn

What imagination is-it is only

The lie we must learn to live by, if ever

We mean to live at all…

The salt air of sea, and the only sound to our ears

Was the slap and hiss far below, for

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[gapastorelli]

"What imagination is-it is only

The lie we must learn to live by, if ever

We mean to live at all…"

great post-issimo