Stolen Lines: Forever is now.

Isn't the honesty of time benevolent to us?
Thinking I doubt it,
me and this
are less real
than they and that.

Lost as it is my land
(perfectly timeless, sweet
forgetfulness and memoirs)

I (mostly) needly apologize for the (untold) lies and truths.

Remarkably dreamy, weary, bury, bury, bury
such memories, such thoughts of idle awareness.

May rain make(s) a day.
For the precious (ambitious) forever is a day.
Or a second.
Closer to me that I (am) heartbeating me.

And here (and there) is where you go,
(for proud is the child) but now (and then) is gone.

For ever and never are equally lost.
Tomorrow is forever and forever is gone.