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Codicil to My Last Will and Testament
I was up until two o'clock last night/this morning, Writing with the insane ferocity of a dying man Trying to hold onto his life, By jotting it down, shaky line by line, As it slips furiously, chaotically, obliviously away, Like lake-haze evaporating, at dawn, Under a voracious rising sun, And fades into a vast cave of unforgiving forgetting, Dripping blue ink from his veins, As it takes the stalactitic shape of a pen Like the one I use to create my days, From nothingness, into new universes.
Only, now that I peruse last night's pages, I'm horrified to find just white interstices Where I believed I'd captured the essence of my existence And, in doing so, Derived some measure of reassurance and solace That were I to pass away in my sleep, Somebody at least would know my desire To have my ashes scattered over Lake Nebagamon.
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