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I/[...]And it is time to go, to bid farewell
to one's own self, and find an exit
from the fallen self.
II/Have you built your ship of death, O have you?
O build your ship of death, for you will need it.
[...]And death is on the air like a smell of ashes!
Ah! can't you smell it?
And in the bruised body, the frightened soul
finds itself shrinking, wincing from the cold
that blows upon it through the orifices[...]
V/Build then the ship of death, for you must take
the longest journey[...]
And die the death, the long and painful death
that lies between the old self and the new.
Already our bodies are fallen, bruised, badly bruised,
already our souls are oozing through the exit
of the cruel bruise.
Already the dark and endless ocean of the end
is washing in through the breaches of our wounds,
Already the flood is upon us.
Oh build your ship of death, your little ark[...]
VI/Piecemeal the body dies, and the timid soul
has her footing washed away, as the dark flood rises.
We are dying, we are dying, we are all of us dying
and nothing will stay the death-flood rising within us
and soon it will rise on the world, on the outside world[...]
X/Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it!
for you will need it[...]

[The Ship Of Death -- D. H. Lawrence]