Outlaws and Poets (fiction and poetry)

Ahead of
	Each of
		Us
Lies a ribbon of
	Life
		Ever dwindling
			Light

Tis not something we
	Can
		Control
Each of us
	Victims of the
		Cosmic
			Joke

And tis not something we
	Should think
		Much about
Not be frightened of the
	Moment
		Night our candle
			No longer burns

Can't be so obsessed with
	Keeping the wolves
		From the door
We forget to
	Come out and
		Dance with the
			Moon