Life's snow dome

Time and place

Last night I dream't I died. I stood upon the precipice to overlook oblivion and spy the great beyond. There, at destiny's end, I died but did not know it, and in the instance of my death, eternity departed. Beyond the realm of life's snowdome, I watch the fate of our blue bauble. How it all seems somewhat small, whom and what we were, for now and evermore, we are not to be at all.


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