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Wrest
As we wring joy from a jaundiced world
Fevered by ends, in finality unfurled
As we approach our last, gasping breath
It’s just that we have to wrest from death
Each moment, and mount it in meaning
What pleasure is there, is in the gleaning
Even as distant shores beckon and
We look far away to horizon’s band
To fantasy, to heaven, to hell
To avoid that incipient smell
Desperate, or as sanguine as a star
Stares fixed in middle distance; far
Fevered by ends, in finality unfurled
As we approach our last, gasping breath
It’s just that we have to wrest from death
Each moment, and mount it in meaning
What pleasure is there, is in the gleaning
Even as distant shores beckon and
We look far away to horizon’s band
To fantasy, to heaven, to hell
To avoid that incipient smell
Desperate, or as sanguine as a star
Stares fixed in middle distance; far
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