Where there is life there is hopeA belief that allows me to copeIf hope is undyingThen why am I cryingAs I fashion a bight in the rope
Dunno how hope works biochemically, but it seems to continue until just before death, per Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, "On Death and Dying," p. 265
So the man who has leapt to his deathContinues, until his last breathTo believe there's a chanceThat his plunging danceWill not end with a fatal caress?
Very nice! :)