The tract

Lying in the dust
were words that were meant for me
my eye caught a glimpse of the word
“eternity”

I moved away from the parchment
lifeless, dusty thing
and continued walking
thinking of my Queen.

Skipped time and we missed a beat
there again was that paper at my feet.
there were no more mysteries it could reveal
we achieved the pinnacle of perfection
but
yet
something made me pick it up
wondering.

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