IMMORTALITY
At dawn of day the stars die one by one.They only seem to die, but do not die.There is no death for humans, or for stars.What we call life and death is only rhythm.It is all cadence, measure, rest, inflection,The poetry, the music of the spheres.The universe is one stupendous poemWhereof the suns and stars are words and letters,And we frail humans, punctuation marks.
At dawn of day the stars die one by one.They only seem to die, but do not die.There is no death for humans, or for stars.What we call life and death is only rhythm.It is all cadence, measure, rest, inflection,The poetry, the music of the spheres.The universe is one stupendous poemWhereof the suns and stars are words and letters,And we frail humans, punctuation marks.
At dawn of day the stars die one by one.They only seem to die, but do not die.
At dawn of day the stars die one by one.
They only seem to die, but do not die.
There is no death for humans, or for stars.What we call life and death is only rhythm.It is all cadence, measure, rest, inflection,The poetry, the music of the spheres.
There is no death for humans, or for stars.
What we call life and death is only rhythm.
It is all cadence, measure, rest, inflection,
The poetry, the music of the spheres.
The universe is one stupendous poemWhereof the suns and stars are words and letters,And we frail humans, punctuation marks.
The universe is one stupendous poem
Whereof the suns and stars are words and letters,
And we frail humans, punctuation marks.