You must think of it as a new encounter
Though you've done it many times before
You must hold it in your hands
Like an infant or a clay tablet
From five thousand years ago
When death comes to honor you
And shake your trembling hand
With a grip that won't let go
As when Gilgamesh met Enkidu
And they wrestled in the sand
You must live on with your lost friend death
Something that can only happen on earth
This holding on and letting go
This long labor of birth
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