You are the sunset on the horizon
From the precipice of conundrum
There is a sorrowful wind in the canyon
There is a sorrowful wind in the canyon
Which envelops and measures our transcendence
It either rejects or validates us
We live or we die
This for some of us is our destiny
To cross here means we have come to the end
However one gets here
There is judgment here
There is divine intervention here
Or not
We live or we die
As someone who has said no more
And embraced the dissolution of being
As someone who has lost everything
I now live in nothing
Yet I have everything
I am the beauty of the sunset on the horizon
We live or we die
Dedicated to my dear friend: Yakuti
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