my body, dissolved in acid
is a fitting way for life’s end
terminate the contract of
my earthly stay
amid the snowy landscape
if you must
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When I Die (a poem)
When I die, I want to go quietly – free from the miseries
of my body breaking down, organs sickened,
cutting off life as drift away.
When I die, I want to wake in a better world,
away from earth’s torments + the adverse emotions
gurus say we must bear.
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Death-rattle (a poem)
Death has come knocking,
quietly at first and now with a shout
that rattles the planet –
My instincts are conflicted: for so long,
I have craved oblivion, but now that it’s here
there’s a fear that plays with the chemicals
in my broken brain.
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