The deep tone of a singing bowl fades away.
A man lifts his head to hear, exhales, and is no more.
A woman pauses her moans, inhales, and gives birth.
The rain falls steadily, and this road flows with water.
Death juggles skulls, as reality itself fractures and cracks.
All below, hand in hand, dance in and out of life.
The wheel of sharp weapons turns, turns, and turns again.
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