Meaning’s the magic you do have;
Immortality’s the magic
You don’t. So you invest dying
With as much meaning as you can.
You invest grieving with meaning.
You invest killing with meaning.
And, surrounded by your dying,
Your killing and grieving, you say,
It has to have meaning. It can’t
Be meaningless. That’s all we ask.
Just let all this misery glow
With meaning and nothing without.
We can just about bear it if
At least it isn’t meaningless.
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