I guess this will place me in the "when we die, we're gone" camp. Boring. Oh well.

Allusion is to Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult.

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fearing the reaper

The preacher speaks of going home.
He visited:
he was an icicle on a mountainside,
choosing between the welcoming all and a rope.

The song is of the couple split,
the memory of Romeo
calling, calling Juliet ...

As they step through the window,
they seek bliss and continuance.

Those that find the body find the truth.

There can be no surprise at the fleeting glimpse,
as neurons start the return to carbon,
and tuck themselves in for the journey.

The next I writes from page one.
This is a mercy:
one soul is burden enough.

Yet I cling to that burden,
even though when it is gone,
I will not miss it.

It is all I

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  - O Ceallaigh

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