Transformation

After the end

You'll find the fingerprints of angels

On everything

As you chase the screams of your vanishing half

Into the wild mist, of dark matter.

 

For death comes to call unscripted

It's the train to impossible places

Only stopping at new beginnings

 

On arrival, you're still breathing

Heart steadily beating

And you are transformed

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