You wake up and you realize
you are dying
It doesn't bother you
as much as you would think
You are not dying from illness
or accident at the moment
merely the accretion of days
behind you but dying
is dying nonetheless
You wait for the sun
to peer through the gray
hazy morning but it has
been unable to do so
You put on a sweater
for a little extra warmth
You sit and listen
to nothing at all
to everything at all
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