You think of white
somewhere outside
somehow connected to your brain
or about to knock on your door

eternity
is a policy

magnetism and mystery
wishful thinking and fantasy
and i hope that you're not
hoping for me

you think of sight
and reason collides
somehow transmitting from space
asking you to line up and take your place

infinity
is a reality

life jackets and sympathy
bullshit daydreams
i know you can't be knowing for me and i hope that you're not
hoping for me

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