The little, next to nothing
I've learned of death
Am I read for the first, or last
or next breath?
What of the arbitrary number
I may never attain -
or even yet I might -
Still what next? a tired refrain
and how long have I ever
managed to breathe without fear
was I ever really less
than one remove from here?
Here, really near
Yet I am in some sense
and sure enough to
leave it in the present tense
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