Painting borrowed from Bing
I Copied Time
I copied time
I knew it was a fiction
but I could not suspend myself.
Moving back
or going forward,
I encountered
no obstacles.
I carried mountains,
Leaves fell inside me.
I surrounded
your beauty
with applause
and when
you wanted to go home
I swept aside
the infant dust.
Leonard Cohen
from BOOK OF LONGING.
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