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[wwidsith]

Nowhere, nowhen, no thing.
That's what waits, what waiting
seems a daily win from.
All that timelessnesslessness
that words are wasted on.

Death's only lack of life.  And so,
although we live just once, we all know
two deaths: one when life is done,
but the first before it began.

Yes - all life must end in death,
just don't forget: we've been before.
And that lost time of nothingness,
however blank and pure, itself still
ended - for a time, at least...
and, through some mystery, turned to life.