should it matter if it were, that one and one were two
the Earth would not be round, but long and flat and smooth
with the darkness all around it and the burn of every star
fused within the lilac mist, still seen burning from afar.
should it matter if it were, that one and one were two
Time would not take long, but end shortly, as we do
the sandy shores of sleep would stretch across the sky forever
the tired Sun would welcome them, a sweet cry lost in aether.
should it matter if it were, that one and one were two
the Moon would never wane, but wax and grow and move
and the ticking of my clock would measure night but never day
keeping rhythm and our beat to which we'll softly sway.
