Distant Disappearing World
Does he ever want to hold me?
somewhere in another dimension, perhaps,
yes, he wants to hold me.
Somewhere there is a version of him
that can't get enough of me,
in some distant, disappearing world.
But, really,
this is the disappearing world.
To which every knee shall bow
and come to know the elusive nectar
of motality.
One day, we shall all taste death.
Bitter -
or sweet.
One day
we shall all say goodbye.
Good bye, Giah,
I've learned to fly.
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