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AN ELEGY FOR JOHN AMALFI
In 4104,
When time conquers all,
Who'll be there to create?
For we will all be dead,
The universe having contracted, paused,
And expanded for each of us
As we pass from birth to death to birth again,
Making of each of us our own monoblocs.
Because of this,
We have no choice but to break the cycle,
To attain a state of 'no sorrow',
Where universes do not exist, the
Buddha preached.
That, Mr. Blish, is where John Amalfi
Is.