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Over the aeons one has gone the rounds
Left adorning the skies’ diamond diadem
Cut adrift in a floating garden of wonders
What the hell, eh: the more the merrier

The life of Riley in a sparkling glass house
One built of such stylish mirrored walls
Yet the duped indweller is unable to see
Nor appreciate the garden’s true delights

While passers-by enjoy the two-way glass
“Merry” is maybe all too far from appropriate!
In the meantime, plentiful pain and anguish
Yet fear not for “All’s well that ends well”

In time, of which there’s a plenitude (or none)
Waters wash away the gravestone’s inscription