We, the dying

We scrape, we clean

but it never seems

to abate, the dirt

under our fingernails

collected from

our graves.

We, the continually

dying, escape

but where shall

we go, without

our headstones in tow.

We, at apogee are

ready to flee

the orbit, yet

doomed to repeat

a dying habit.

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