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Is death the only window-

A plunge into the unknown?

In life is there death of the numinous,

And only in death is the spirit's light shown?

What to do with this life, ceasing meaning.

What to say when the break of dawn

Offers nary a promise of fulfillment

Now that down the route of experience

I have gone.

Surely there is more,

And for this, I am afraid,

For I know not what it is,

Or if my toll has yet been paid.

So I am stuck here living by default,

Rationalizing a new way to be,

For there's still so much I haven't done

To exercise my liberty.

Inherent in this argument

That this life calls for acts of free will

Is the somehow more believable notion

That death is freer still.