But I shall go down from this airy space,
this swift white peace, this stinging exultation.
And time will close about me,
and my soul stir to the rhythm of the daily round.
Yet, having known, life will not press so close,
and always I shall feel time ravel thin about me;
For once I stood
In the white windy presence of eternity.
Eunice Tietjens (1917)
Patrick Y. Wang (1977 – 2005)
Andrea “Andy” Basque (1963 – 2008)
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