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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