It would be to wave good bye

put all that earth behind.

This is what, want, to be why,

this is my moment defined.

If only words were found

if to suggest some down.

Would wish we turn around,

would want, yes, my frown.

We all have these degrees

a temperament of need.

Such while a shadow breathes

our common calling only heed.

For it is a measure or a release

In such is a human, is their peace.


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