Gravity draws me into the nothingness, but I am blissful.
The world rushes past me, but I care not.
A million whispers fill my ears, they sing.
A new life is to be born.
The wind blows away my ashes.
Old clay is shaped anew.
Endings are also beginnings.
Hear the cry.
Something's new.
Life.
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