We void a womb
To fill a tomb
And in the blink
Between we think
We are the end
Which all things tend,
That eyes above
Watch over love
In brightness thus
Made just for us;
Yet when the fleet
Act is complete
The long sequel
Is dark and still;
What trace will last
When we are past
Beyond the need
More wombs to seed
That voiding, still
More tombs then fill?
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