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.
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