I find measureless joy in music:
A pleasure as honest as laughter;
A recognition as strong as love.

Doubts, I have many.
Yet I know,
Creation is one long note,
Renewed in celestial rhythms.

In my death, I do not, like others,
Seek a spectre of heavenly light.

Instead, may I merge into
The great Random Ping:
My bones strung like galactic chimes,
My flesh, the whoosh of wind;
My soul, the hum of insects
Seeking earth and sky.

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