To overcome death
We must first accept
That life as we know it
Isn't what's left.
Visitations by infinite forces
Lead us to be deluded
So
Dreams may tell us
And we think we deserve
But we're caught up
In wishful valour
And hopeless verve.
The result is ever closer
Than we first thought and think
We address them in their masses
And prepare to slowly sink.
We wave goodbye
At the harbours of our brain
So sad to see them leave
We now have all the time
Left in the world
To contemplate and grieve.
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