Searching for a way to sneak
Death back into my daily life
It's hard to be natural with enough
Aplomb and tact to carry it off
Not my death but death itself
That it still goes on
This dematerializing earth
Eventually the heat
Congealed into the sun
It was a Sunday I remember
You were dying but the wind
Was just getting started
Just getting up on its feet
Ready to carry us away
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