Put the pieces together,
watch them fall apart;
completely disassembled,
despite our own false start.
Call it what you will,
fate or happenstance;
Immutable laws of nature,
down to the sheerest chance.
Lose it as a dream now gone,
future, present, past;
buried alive in memory,
until the very last.
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