This poem about endings and death moved me so, I wanted to share it with you
O lente, lente currite noctis equi!
- Marlowe, after Ovid.
La mer, la mer, toujours recommencée.
-Valéry.
Dying by inches, I can hear the sound
Of all the fine words for the flow of things
The poets and philosophers have used
To mark the path into the killing ground.
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