We will all participate in it—our long stretch of DNA and possibilities—
those things known and unknow wherever we are, whoever we are.
All across the brow of God—the final reckoning, a crease—
where the universe completes itself (and if you haven’t yet—you will).
You see...
It’s not glorious, the end—look—how could it be? I didn’t plan it all just for you.”
You see...
all along we’ve been pandering for a purpose and all along it’s been to rest.
“I don’t know what to tell you. You know...here we are.
“I don’t know what to tell you. You know...here we are.
It’s not glorious, the end—look—how could it be? I didn’t plan it all just for you.”
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