I hope to find a beautiful end,
A view of somewhere so gloriously golden,
A triumphant barge,
Elegantly flowing down rivers of silver sapphire.

Here lies a great to rest,
With silk cheeks
I will lay my weary face
A bold hand upon my chest

We want the best,
Even when best is a curse,
The body becomes a snare
A soul trapped in a ceiling square.

The grey porous texture is dry,
yellowing with time.
One touch and - crack!
Suspended in a void
Two friends till their bitter ends.

Time was precious,
Now all but a wasted object,
My chapter without end,
Don’t we always want to know,
How far is left to go?

Is this it?
Is this what we wanted?
To die ripe,
before the fruit spoils,
Anything to stop that
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