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08/25/08 - (3)
This Tenacious Life
Tonight, another interminable night, I speculate about the beginning of my death — A not-altogether-objectionable prospect, I assure myself,
Especially when I've spent the best part of my life Doing everything, within my powers, To be killed by toppling dominoes, other shoes dropping,
World Trade Centers collapsing, Cascading, like Niagara Falls shrapnel, Out of their skyscraping heights, onto my psyche's soul.
Oh, to be all too goddamned certain, I can attest to the inefficacy of my efforts To invite death into my more-than-too-tenacious life,
Not once, not twice or thrice, but myriad times, Throughout the evolution of my natural-selection trajectory From womb, through misery, toward doom.
I'm destined to outlive an exasperatingly long existence, Trying, futilely, to mix a toxic concoction — Any recipe that will guarantee my early exit from myself,
That nemesis my psyche so dreads — Knowing that surviving, for any reason at all, Isn't worth a rabid bat's or rat's good or bad-ass shit.
Tonight, another interminable night, I again contemplate dying as quickly as possible But realize there is no death other than this life of mine.
08/25/08 - (3)
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