The plan today is to write a list
Of all the things I need to do
When I get back from my trip
In four or five hundred years
A few relevant papery ideas
Tucked away in a book or face
I might discover in my teens
Picking right up where I left off
In my conversation with you
Stretching now over centuries
Both eternal and temporary as
The love that's still to be found
I mean when you look at a seed
Can you not imagine the flower
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