Some Aspects of Immortality
The alley between the elm trees ends
In nothing, abruptly, as a life ends
Down that straight avenue I stare
At the final blank, the abyss of air
A nursemaid with a carriage steers
Across the vista, pushes, nears
The brink, goes over, disappears
Too ignorant think I for fears
In nothing, abruptly, as a life ends
Down that straight avenue I stare
At the final blank, the abyss of air
A nursemaid with a carriage steers
Across the vista, pushes, nears
The brink, goes over, disappears
Too ignorant think I for fears
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