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To be and not to be- there is no question:
both are ours, forever here to keep,
for ever since eluding that first sleep,
a thousand times anew we've met the sun

An hour has not passed, no nor a breath,
between now and the depth from whence we came,
each frozen moment fixed within a frame,
unshaken by the wild hands of death

And consciousness, as an electric spark,
moves through the moments like electric wire,
swimming through a sea of mind and mire
and matter- burns vermillion and goes dark.

Do you believe the apple grove is silent?
But hold your breath- the voices still ring clear,
the footprints of the ones that once danced here
are leaping, and the coals still hold their scent.

Here, barefoot in the grass we realize
that in forever nothing ever dies.

Description
To be and not to be- there is no question:
both are ours, forever here to keep,
for ever since eluding that first sleep,
a thousand times anew we've met the sun

An hour has not passed, no nor a breath,
between now and the depth from whence we came,
each frozen moment fixed within a frame,
unshaken by the wild hands of death

And consciousness, as an electric spark,
moves through the moments like electric wire,
swimming through a sea of mind and mire
and matter- burns vermillion and goes dark.

Do you believe the apple grove is silent?
But hold your breath- the voices still ring clear,
the footprints of the ones that once danced here
are leaping, and the coals still hold their scent.

Here, barefoot in the grass we realize
that in forever nothing ever dies.