Can I borrow you
From a Feynman’s Future
And hide you in my memory corridors
In blocks of eternal presentness?
Can I be with you
Without actually having to be
For that would require of me
To consume time
Grow old and die
I don’t want to fight
I just want to be
In space outside of time
Just you and me
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