The uncertainty of the outcome
In each individual case
Whether the ball is caught or dropped
Or even ever thrown in a life
Whether there was too much light
Or too much darkness that night
Flashing in front of the bus
Climbing the perilous mountain road
The survivors clutching the dead
But this still isn't the end
They both get up and walk away
The living back to their tightropes
And the dead to some inner space
Where they grow toward another day
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