Called out endless
not knowing half of it
we love our superlatives
least I can get a laugh off it
we love infinity
forever and boundless
do we dream of a world
plenary and groundless
And that's inside me
despite the frail flesh
And that's a small flower
yet can keep a day fresh
Still holding on the axis
though it's been a hard rail
that I'm bound to
that I'm bound on
but it might make a fine tale
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