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fall into a manhole tonight
and lie down there, in damp darkness
with a broken spine, for a fortnight
you're right: life is uncomfortable
it wasn't made with happy ends in mind
those happy ends, invented by ourselves.
live with a cloud in your brain, defy
all rationale
forget the days and ways in which you die

or, if you want to breathe one with the world,
become a salmon swimming up the stream,
to spawn
get caught by shaggy grizzly bear
he won't so much as tear out your guts
or eat your eyes, but maybe, bored, he will
skin you alive, such sport
and throw you back into the clear water

no doubt, you could be a samurai
and daily think of painful slow dying
make peace with death, adjust all to that thought
become a stone figure, sitting by a river,
be happy, in a kinky, desperate way

but how to reconcile that plan of yours
with early childhood visions?
to run, at noon, through singing summer fields,
and chat along with spiders, flies, and grasses

i've asked that question
for like 20 years
but nature only cried and sighed, by turns
until this day. and now,
she stares back at me with loving eyes
and mocking smile
hello, are you dreaming?
forget the days and ways in which you die

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stolen from ruguru, more here

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