Thoughts
and everything
that was
was no more
this is hard
for the thinker
to accept
things need to make sense
death does not
make sense
to appear
one day
only to disappear
another
to love
and feel everything
then nothing
to love someone
you can’t bear to leave
or ever live without
but you have no choice
in it
what agony is this
to leave
and be left
mere mortals
live knowing
their ending
is tied to their beginning
there is a returning
a pause
and we fill up our time
with everything
and anything
to avoid
this knowing
what thinkers know
but could not
and cannot
comprehend
as those before
those here
and those after
could not
cannot
and will not
comprehend
we connect
through time
in our thoughts
in being
as we are
sleeping then
is a gift
given
how else then
could we bear
it
for in slumber
deep beyond
we can forget
for a while
what in waking
we cannot
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