I Want My Death To Be Beautiful

Arcing down
The trajectory perfect
Finely honed
Like an arrow’s tip
The flight path sure
The swallow’s swansong
Melting and melding
In a certain union
Of burning ambition
And relentless gravity
Where all life’s problems
Are cancelled out
In one fell swoop
As they say
Hooray
And away
They say
And away
 

 

 

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