that fatal day
when God wakes us
breathing fire
some believe and say
death won't remake us
holy time
cannot retire
that flaming day
when the Universe
made us
when the cosmos
was complete and entire
when the tired moon
claimed its orbit
when the dire planets
became clear to us
our found reflection
was brilliant
we lived
our lives for it
but in time
we still become dust
no matter
how hard we try
we'll never be
truly resilient
we'll never know
why
 

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