It will all be the same.
"The dead shall live, the living die,
And music shall untune the sky."
Stories are all gossip.
They put behavior on display.
They pretend to know more than they do.
How liberating the day would be
When I realized I had no more need
To consider a way to escape.
You may assume you begin and end,
You may assume many beginnings and endings
Although there are none.
One fails.
The rest is duplicity or not,
Given that duplicity is one of the ways one fails.
There's more information meets the eyes
On a dusty gravel path among cliffs
Than meets the eye.
A mist on a domed mountain
Cares so little for those failures that one sighs
For the great sense of peace it describes.
It's raining.
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