A thousand years ago five minutes wereEqual to forty ounces of fine sand.Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime andInfinite aftertime: above your headThey close like giant wings, and you are dead.
Related Authors: Vladimir Nabokov | Pale Fire
Related Topics: eternity, impermanence, time
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