is this the end you envisioned for yourself?
broken down in your circumstance
with every dream mocking you as they swirl around
the inside of your limited skull?
you cannot envision your end
(until your a grade-A shaman
and can completely comprehend
the visions that attend your physical fading...)
whether you die on satin sheets
or pass out for a final time in a dirty alleyway
death is still death
and your lifetime's load is still what you lug with you
when you join with some aether
that accepts or rejects according to your own lights...
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