It happens.
Unscheduled.
To undo what is and was,
With major perception changes.
And without a safety net.
Promised to anyone they will one get.
It happens.
And when that moment arrives,
There is no escape anywhere in place.
Pieces fit.
Dots connect.
A new Sun rises,
After a closing done upon the horizon...
Of a remembered Sunset.
It happens.
As fresh beginnings come to end,
All that was to never be...again.
This,
Will happen for all who experience it.
Yes...
It happens.
And the preparation anyone has for this,
Is...
Life!
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