How quickly that notion of
Mortality does run head on
Looking confrontation when
Deaths head rises like the
Sun blotting out all before
It making one blind to all
Else to be seen not able to
Distinguish colour or what’s
In front let alone where ones
Been for death has a way
Of confusing us almost as
If trying to amuse us when
It acts indiscriminately for
None can say who’s next or
That there is some kind of
Test for us to be taken selectively
How quickly that concept
Runs from all sensibility

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