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Random Poem:

Galilei, A Love Story

You, the heretic, and I
the sinner-philosopher:
We walked on the water of Venice,
the gondolas scattering before us
like frightened little ducks.
The path left to us was
as narrow and thin as
the line between faith and truth.
Late at night you fought with yourself.
What is faith? What is truth?
You ate your own tail
to find even a thread
of the answer to cling to,
but always it escaped.
I could never console you,
and sometimes I wept.
With nothing to hold on to,
we clung to each other--
Inamorato and Inamorata.
In this city of Da Vinci,
we all were enlightened.
But you felt your mortality
the strongest of us all.
Once, we carved our names
in that ancient Doric column,
half forgotten beneath the moss.
You were silent for so long,
but I dared not even breathe.
We want to live forever,
you said, a poignant expression
rooted there in your eyes.
But like this relic crumbles and fades,
so shall we be claimed by time.
She, who is merciless.
We will be forgotten,
our bleached bodies to float
in Lethe's thick waters.
Time will forget us.
I won't forget you, I said,
and you gave me a
mournful smile.
I slept alone that night
while you gazed through
your God's-eye.
Only the heavens were constant.

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