{"product_id":"2940000828274","title":"The Theory of Black Holes","description":"\u003cp\u003eEternity\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEternity is lost in the stark belief of our death,\u003cbr\u003eAs the night presses down on our steadily fading breath.\u003cbr\u003eThe hush of animation is often long and pathetic.\u003cbr\u003eAnd it never comes with its futile anesthetic.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDiscern the thrill in our voice, that whispering buzzing land,\u003cbr\u003eThe dream-date thought you were simply boring out of hand,\u003cbr\u003eAnd made it with the recent daydream of events.\u003cbr\u003eYou caught the shout in your throat like quick-dry cement.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEternity is the old movie, slowly slipping away from truth,\u003cbr\u003eLaughing that there was ever such a thing as eternal youth.\u003cbr\u003eResolutely smothering the hope that freedom might not die,\u003cbr\u003eRipping the ramparts of liberty, when we are too old to fly.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYou wake to a songbird and the pain of the lonely cynic,\u003cbr\u003eCrowded streets of ambrosial need, steer you to the clinic.\u003cbr\u003eEven the old dirty car is a palace compared to a coffin,\u003cbr\u003eA thousand polished wine-bottles to drive you there too often.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEternity listens for laughter ever closer to the door,\u003cbr\u003eDickers for contentment like a spendthrift in a store.\u003cbr\u003eThere’s no shelter to protect the myth of immortal souls,\u003cbr\u003eThey’re simply jewels encrusted on an infinite roof of holes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere’s a talisman of values in the arbor countryside,\u003cbr\u003eAnd they say that there, no righteous person ever died.\u003cbr\u003eI flush with the first ideas of the vacant lots they sold,\u003cbr\u003eThe people who first bought them, you can bet were truly old.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEternity is a city, whose streets are the very fields,\u003cbr\u003eOf the eternal garden with their houses never sealed.\u003cbr\u003eJust a little casket of paradise in which they’ll always wield,\u003cbr\u003eAgainst the dreadful truth of oblivion, which will never yield.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Edward St Amant","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47067011711216,"sku":"2940000828274","price":3.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940000828274_p0.jpg?v=1763545903","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940000828274","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}