Death and its particulars
be negotiation optionless
as this entity be puissant-
its arrangement, impermeable
to pause(...) or abrogation,
as its fiber bears no heart,
just sense of time n' place;
and, we'll know all of this
when souls we do become.
Until then Hope and Faith
be the footprints behind us
on our path to Forever -
yet still we stand powerless
until souls we do become.
________ ~F j R~ _______
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