Continually, the fabric wears <br />Very sheer, and then it tears. <br />To stop it before it gets to this <br />Would be to find it's very bliss. <br />It's seen that time, Don't you know? <br />If only it could cease to grow <br />If it could only lie there still, <br />Perhaps we wouldn't need to kill.<br /><br />Robert Lloyd Palmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/matrix-2/
