No, there is no change
Of death in that place
Where nothing, nothing
Ever happens. Papa
And Sukha collect
Petals blown from
Trees full of more
And more of the same
To make pretend cake
Forever. Alright?
Says Sukha, gathering
Under confused bees,
Obliviously. Alright?
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