The Denial of Time on Trial

In this life we are doomed

Everyone meets the end

Back to ground, air, and sea

Everyone who’s foe or good friend


Some foolish may conjure

Ever they will have a resilience

A lack of understanding

Ever they will rest there in silence


What lays beyond

Always that of our grasp

In time each will discover

Always how they will last


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