There is the surmise
That our beginning
Was the end of another universe
And we are just one of many
Being born and dying
Without end
And that our little life here
Is less even than the dream of itself
I do not know
Those learned in these things
Can only speculate also
How lost and how senseless it all seems
When even our beginning
Is only a guess
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