Pondering The Afterlife
Whose eye is on whose bless'ed
Hope, this sunset beyond
Viewed as inconsequential
With a dismissive look
All that lit, too smoky dull
With a too brief wick
His world, his journey's purpose.
"Time to close the book!"
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