Why?
As A Card
I'll hold my own death as a card in the deckTo be played when there are no other cards leftI'll slip into the ocean unnoticed and notify no one on the notarized formAnd they're slow on a hot summer morning Like that one-legged locksmith in ColraineBut I'll hold my own death as a card in the deckTo be played when there are no other cards leftAs time drags on and I thin and whiten and my beard grows longI might look like Walt WhitmanAll sunken-eyed and dry and without pigmentBut I wanna be spry as a newborn kittenAnd I'll hold my own death as a card in the deckTo be played when there are no other cards leftI wanna open like the bay does to the oceanWith any cool portion of every emotionOr soldier forward and be hard as a flat boardWith the heart of an approaching asteroidLike go and ride like a cat's toy in a dryerStay true to my matter like a brick in fireWrapped in my long years like a spool of wire Unspoiled by the coils of fame and desiresSo I'll hold my own death as a card in the deckTo be played when there are no other cards leftHold my own death as a card in the deck
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