How far to immortality,
How far to cross that bridge
Avoid crass fatality,
Upon the lifetime's siege.
We're poised to fall
To unknown depths,
We're held in thrall;
The lure of steppes.
We'd like to think of
Futures, yes;
And find the banks
Of its river's kiss.
How far to immortality,
Far survival is a dream;
We're held in strong reality
By bands of fleshly seams.
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