oh how I love the cold and the snow
but as I fade in flesh
it becomes harder and harder to enjoy or endure
I'd like to die in the heat of a roasting summer
104 degrees at least and dry as (you should excuse the expression) bone
oh I know the reality will be me in a cool
mismanaged hospital with preening doctors
still arrogant despite being reduced to glorified
assembly workers and a film covering all that left
of my earthly reality
but in my mind I'll be in some cabin in the desert
watching the west-leaning late afternoon sun
slant copper light onto the hills and long shadows of cactus
drawing me slowly and thankfully into the night....
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