This is what death means; a loosening
A shucking-off, a slipping knot, a door opened.
Time and Space all spread out. The Universe’s infinite jewellery
Creation lavish with stars. And at its heart, the singing.
This is what life means; a night-time garden
A bower of green vines cruel with spring. Through them, those stars
Are far too far. Beyond all
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