After a life, the nearest decade is...

After a life, the nearest decade is a concept I must comprehend - Time, wrote Augustine, is near kind of trick.
He asked his the omnipotent to forgive him for thinking along those lines, it had to be done.
What happens next? Outside Hell smoulder as usual inside, electricity and words.
Everything exists to last in the book.
I live in Mallarme's head for days nothing happens and this is paradise, considerations unfold instead of flowers, abstract and warm.
I have not experienced a grief as devastating as the black abyss the death of Anatole left - this is a corner of the head