Eat, drink, be merry for tomorrow we die
to air, to void, to ground, celebrate
comfort in nothing.
Stoically resisting, fasting to be better,
prepare for disposal, recycling to the Divine,
fact sadly waiting for something.
Face reality, uncomfortable,
life returns but must die,
perishable to imperishable
the grimness of facts replaced by beauty
immortal. -dean
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