The shadows lengthen on the ground;
The sun is disappearing.
The baying of a dying hound
Is all that’s worth the hearing.
But, rather than be swayed by death,
I concentrate on knowing;
As such, I draw another breath
And keep on keeping going.
The universe is mine, tonight,
As every one in history,
And, like a beam within the light,
I’m one with all its mystery.
How could I ever cease to be?
There’s nothing more alive than me.
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