In the After
There is a type of infinity,
That extends,
From beyond the confines of this human form,
And pushes into limitless star-filled skies.
With each passing,
Of the seasons,
The Mind broadens in scope to encompass,
More experienced horizons.
Every day,
The Body fails us,
Giving way to time and matter,
Becoming dust from dust.
I would not choose,
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