If I assume that we are born
With no meaningful objective,
Beyond embodying another example
Of the continuation of our species
And a vehicle for another generation,
I will make of my life deeds that
Express my shifting notion of values
With little thought of my story’s end.
To stand apart with my perception
Of the day’s events is merely a necessary
Device that permits dreams that sustain
A rationalized continuity, which
Camouflages the inevitable realization
That our performance is of the act of dying.
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