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Will any of us, I wonder---I ask---I shriek---escape this fate;

from this, inevitable for us, we cannot prevaricate.

First, even our cosmic joys begin to depreciate;

and the most precious of them, we ruthlessly deprecate.

And then we yearn, we hope for, and we strive to accelerate

the process by which we disintigrate---

long than stars, even the ignited early, even the sputtering late,

longing only to utterly dissipate

into the nether that hovers between the stars, and eludes

our entrances until this existence of ours finally concludes.

For now, even shadows are like visions too ghastly to share;

and a single hydrogen atom contains far too much weight to bear.

This, this---the ultimate chord of cacophonous despair

becpmes the lot of lingering, the last name revealed by our astronomy

to us who evolved from the pulverized earth and its humanity.

Starward