The little fence of time
We stretch out
To surround eternity
With a passing thought
The thought of eternity itself
Surrounded as we seem with temporary
Ideas of material things
Hedged in by bodies
Eternity seems foolish
And anyway a long way off
Except for the evidence of dreams
We don't know what to do with
And the debris of wars
We don't know how to end
And all this while
We keep eternity waiting
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