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I think about Marie,
Insignificant in the novel's light.
The absurd to bring out,
True light of reality.
What Truth?
Unknown to I.
But Marie...
A hopeless dream,
For now,
Death awaits.
Death calls.
The siren of the ship's arrival or leave,
Is the same siren that signals Death.
Death of one, and more to come.
Thousands upon thousands-years,
Until nothing remains of what we know,
What we identify as Truth.
Marie, where are you?
What did you do?
Did he even leave a name?
Have you too passed on?






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"Mother died today. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can't be sure. The telegram from the Home says: YOUR MOTHER PASSED AWAY. FUNERAL TOMORROW. DEEP SYMPATHY. Which leaves the matter doubtful; it could have been yesterday."