01 Is there another world for this frail dust To warm with life and be itself again? Something about me daily speaks there must, And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?
02 ‘Tis nature’s prophesy that such will be, And everything seems struggling to explain The close sealed volume of its mystery. Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace As seeming anxious of eternity,
03 To meet that calm and find a resting place. E’en the small violet feels a future power And waits each year renewing blooms to bring, And surely man is no inferior flower To die unworthy of a second spring?
I see! How wonderful! He sounds darling, I can't imagine how you must feel being separated from him. I wonder if they'll let us send messages to the people back home some time.
It's a good thing my two friends back home probably already figured it out. I mean, not specifically, but what happened. I can't imagine what story they've told father to explain why I disappeared.
01 Mhm! I've met several people who know their friends come from different points in time- so they can definitely travel back between the 'future' and the 'past'.
02 What even counts as the future and the past anymore? This is all so confusing.
After the lockdown begins
Is there another world for this frail dust
To warm with life and be itself again?
Something about me daily speaks there must,
And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?
02
‘Tis nature’s prophesy that such will be,
And everything seems struggling to explain
The close sealed volume of its mystery.
Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace
As seeming anxious of eternity,
03
To meet that calm and find a resting place.
E’en the small violet feels a future power
And waits each year renewing blooms to bring,
And surely man is no inferior flower
To die unworthy of a second spring?
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I don't know much about poetry, but my son did like them!
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[Wait hold on.]
Your son??
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Of course, he has to take after a genius like me.
[this guy has a fucking son]
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Well, we're here to protect our planets, right?
Though that would be a nice reward! But I don't think we'll be allowed to tell them where we are.
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But then we probably can't write letters.
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Mhm! I've met several people who know their friends come from different points in time- so they can definitely travel back between the 'future' and the 'past'.
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What even counts as the future and the past anymore? This is all so confusing.