Blackest depths of swirling bass,
Highest exultations,
A crushing hand wielding heavy mace,
Fated expectations.
Eventual decadent slow decay,
Leering aspiration,
Walking along the wind swept beach,
Drowning with vindication.
Such is the method by which we sense,
The furthest of all feeling,
And within the context of our lives,
The highest orders.
Kneeling.
The eventual decay encompasses all,
Entropy notwithstanding,
For all that's left by the end,
Is heat and warmth, not feeling.
There are the irrelevancies of it all,
The Universe expanding.
But within our lives and feeling thoughts,
Irrelevant misunderstanding.
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