Some Aspects of Immortality

The alley between the elm trees ends
In nothing, abruptly, as a life ends

Down that straight avenue I stare
At the final blank, the abyss of air

A nursemaid with a carriage steers
Across the vista, pushes, nears
The brink, goes over, disappears

Too ignorant think I for fears
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