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You’ve arrived and it feels as though you’ve been here for some time.

You’ve been here all along.

Now you’re growing tired.

Try to rest under bright, chilling imminence

Trapped where sands pile up behind you

Drinking of a grotesque reflection

Dying to be carried away

The end won’t begin when you climb aboard

We have always been his passengers

In the ultimate sense

We were born to roam Kharon’s shores

Do you know what time it was that you lost your shadow?

It’s sinking in.

It happens all over again.

The end won’t begin when you climb aboard

We have always been his passengers

The end won’t begin when you climb aboard

We have always been his passengers

I didn't know that I was dying, you said.

He said "just give it time," and laughs,

"out here everything just tends to fall into place,

and it all starts to make sense."

Red sky at night; let's go for another ride.

Letting go of a grotesque reflection.

Dying to be carried away.