No Answer?
Pick up the phone - dial the number
No answer
What has happened?
Has the grim reaper wielded his scythe?
Fear starts to grow
Take solace in this
Even the wise cannot solve all mysteries
We're still prisoners
of mortality
Yet for brief periods
We experience transcendence
Those moments when we
are alone with earth and sky
Lead us to feel
There is a soft voice
In the darkness
Which is calling our name
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