Dying has no Death, but it Dies
yet so often. From a dot called
life, it devours the stretch of time.
It is a festering wound,
an entity of eternal
recurrence - feared, respected, both.
It does not stop. It will exist
indefinitely forever.
It breathes and enjoys to live more
and more; cursed entity - Dying.
Pity! It simply knows no rest.
- Feb 2009
(details - 11-8)
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