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In Our Last Moments, a Crescendo

The Presence of a Being, Whose Interest in Our Endeavor Is Ephemeral and Rarely Believed, Speaks Imperceptibly in the Space Between Our Breaths

Vultures Swirling Overhead, an Obsidian Wreath Cast Above a Sleeping Mind

O

Around the Flames of Hope We Gather Until Embers We Become

The Circle Is Open to All. Ascend and Rejoice!

I Will See You Again in Dreams