In the midst of life we are in death
And as has been said before
It's true the other way round
The sweet realness of love
As you're watching them go
Is the truest place it can be found
For the petty everyday
And the ersatz fog of the self
Make for
Vapid and dull introspection
But knowing and feeling
They'll soon not be here
Musters
Beautiful
Electric
Connection.