Why do we welcome the onset of sleep
And yet recoil from the repose of death?
What is there in nightmares we covet
More than the balm of our last breath?
The times of day I always most enjoy
Are when I wander lost and aimless
Through the shorebreak’s foamy washes
And encounter only life’s nameless.
Is that not what demise should be -
Anonymous and free from expectation?
So surely it comes as just amends,
To salve our wounds and curb vexation.