René Magritte, The Lovers. Paris, 1928. Source: moma.org
Life eternal might not be ours
but there’s what’s worse
that we are really forever
Music through earphones
casts no shadow
does not say to you when you must stop
nor through the earphones
signals No
There is no hope
You are a nail in a ship
You do not fight the storm
You do not look for land
You may sleep
may touch the still sand deeps
of waters which reflect the colour of the sky
You may chance across the sky itself
What bleakness!
And you know what if
you pull them from your ears
that the music will go on its way
to wreck your life
I don’t say, You would die
but what is worse.
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