4602 We will be like distant beings

Now we are together

Like stamens and pistils,

Stamps and postcards,

Tombs and pistols.

It is an axiom that our paths

They have intersecting lines.

Like the ones traced by a train

That rapidly goes through

Savannas and grasslands.

Like the ones traced by a ship

That rapidly goes through

Seas and breakwaters.

Like the ones traced by a plane

That rapidly goes through

Clouds and storms.

Our entities are traveling

As in ethereal silver argon ship.

But I know at the end of our age

We'll go our separate ways

And we will be like distant beings

That barely remember each other.