Getting away from one's mortality
has never once proved an occupation
worthy one's time: this signal most broadsided
on the mind, morning rise, night-time drowse,
like the very trickling on the sheer stem
of the dripping skimmers of the sun
when the wind insistently plies the polished reed,
so the mortal moment lies ahead
of everyone - and yet is already there:
you, if you don't die, are already dead.
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