Lines of life
They connect, opening into
endless possibilities until
a choice, mundane, grandiose, correct?
Turns the path of the Lines,
death is not that which we expect,
No flash, no tunnel, no dark
The end of the Line.

Or perhaps that choice is not
an end, simply another path
opening into the kaleidoscope of life's pyramid
in which every meeting of voyagers opens up more paths
until the swirling, twisting, expanding
Lines of life
End with you?

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