The things I did, I counted in seconds and minutes
In the four seasons that go from death to life
In the length of Rose’s life and the curses of mine
In the bottom of the sea. In promises and dreams,
In the perfect lover, in perfect symmetry,
and if the truth be know, in the death of fantasies
He first read Nietzsche, and in the stretches of time
he found his god, himself, and the power of love.
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