Does One Life Hold Enough?

does one life hold enough of beauty to cushion you through the fall? is there enough queer satisfaction to slow it to a crawl, could we interject some freeze-frames there where tears meet up with eyes- and intersperse the laughter with upside-downward sighs. could we balance birth with death and never stop to worry, how days and seasons near the end come in such a hurry; so can I close my eyes now, will you end it with a kiss- does death hold much to offer that can compare with this? (written to Dayvan Cowboy by Boards of Canada)