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Of this line of thinking comes a reckoning of time.

I am to die, 

and have more than once now seen the rigor mortice of my body

and have come to look upon a vast room of strangers 

and contemplate the transient space they hold.

In such moments I see it not as dark, as sad, as tragic, but as phenomenal:

That our allegories are united in our births and in our deaths 

and what we have chosen to celebrate.