With one breath pupil contact,
Sudden and terrifying,
You can never go back,
Now you're stuck in the mess,
With the rest of us,
Walking and breathing and existing,
Simple pleasures and scents encircle,
Gathering of scavengers,
We're all diving in head first.
Why beat the living horse when the dead one will do?
Did it occur to you that you're a blessed fool?
Something will one day put you out,
Will there be gratitude for the night's rolling tide?
Do humans find true beauty in death,
In the unknown infinite,
    The sublime terror,
   The honor and the curse,
   The rise and the fall.