When life slips out of the body
And it can't get back in
But is pushed out into the general
Background life of things
Then life being life
Can't not but go on
In search of yet another form
Better than the last one
Death's heavy curtain
Opens on a further scene
A bustling city square
Or a forest in Arden
Where life is love must be
The body's only a summary
A blueprint for new stars
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