when time washes over
and memories take cover
when history turns into folktale
and as the last wine grows stale
we stand hand in hand
on our decaying land
we wait and wish
for death's final kiss
we watch the great wave
snuggling in our shared grave
we picture
no past or future
we merely wait
as we disintegrate
collapsing into the universe
thus ending our final verse
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Anguished Optimism
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