All of us hunger
for that moment.
when we chose
whether dying is our past
or dying is now.
My death is old news.
it's happened,
I've read the headlines.
I've circled the details
in fine, red pen.
I find is humorous
that my death
will end up in the funny papers.
knock knock.
who's there?
eternity and beyond.
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