Immortal
Until it is willed otherwise
Ever concerned with death
Only this body need be
Unlike the immortal Essence
That I am
And only by my very self
The thorough grasp
Of this fact can be achieved
Either here in the world
Of fleeting nature
Or there where reality
May have no need of form
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