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by ZweiBieren Death Is ... pens in a mug
Death is no sunset. No passing beyond the pale.   
Death is not dark. Nay! Death is a laughing dawn 
as a million bits of what was
irradiate the universe
giving life to what will be.
Death is no silence. No soul's stillness.
Death is a thundering disquiet
as those remaining re-echo
their memories of those gone.
Death neither ends nor begins.
It is but a single depot passed by
Our train of roaring generations.
Patrons at the station
stand in awe.
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