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what else?

When you’re 27
and your friends
are 78, or 82 –
you either

Accept your fate:
Your friends are
going to die, or
What Else?

This is the only Truth
that persists:
You are young
and people die.

And your death doesn’t
matter, so much.
It’s not that – it’s this:
It will never make sense.

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Dying

When it’s my time
I want to know:
what it feels like

There are opportunities
for second chances, but
this isn’t one.

I want to know
what it was like,
before the morphine
drip, dripping

And the rockabye
easing
out

I woke up in the
world screaming
What is it like
to end?