At All

Dreams, so fast, become a memory.
Were you ever really here at all...?
Or just a misty vision blurring
back into the mists
of all untime itself;
where nothing ever
stays the same at all.

Count the heartbeats,
one by one,
adding, multiplying, and dividing.
Yet truly, does this counting
make more or less of love;
or does it just increase the need
for more and more...?

...as if the feeling of eternal ecstasy
could ever be increased at all...

? Michaelette ?

3/31/2001
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