Death comes quickly
And very seldom does one live.
Some one says "open your eyes."
And very seldom does one listen.
Standing on the edge.
On our left a desert.
On our right a field of eternal flowers.
Distance is a measure of the mind.
It is the diameter of identity.
It blinds the crowd.
And very seldom does one see.
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