A Point

The love of death

Is a love of mine

An elaborate illusion of the mind

What once became becomes again

A string plucked rings out heavenly disorder

A thought once born but never revealed

The master finds what’s left behind

To live

To die

No difference I can see

Ring out to me

A whisper in my ear

A wave upon the land

Still smaller than the air

More still than the seas

A convulsion of the time

Once blind born to see

False truths

Ancient hypocrisies

For life and death once split apart

A tremble from a breaking heart

Never alive

And never to die

This love I found

Was never mine

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