Ulysses awoke from a violent dream
Penelope comforted him with soft warm hands
Yet the sea beckoned
Life is motion
There is no stasis
The more we seek the comfort of home
The less we arrive at GNOTHE AUTON
End of life is frightening and comforting
Depending upon how we end
My end has already passed
What remains is a waiting
A slow painful waiting
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