Standing here in the middle
O nothing, I suck in air
That seems clean, but
Has adiments that cause
Cancer and limits
Life. From what I
Wonder? There are no
Guarantees at birth.
Except “return to sender”
However long
That takes. Each of us
Being a narrative unless
One becomes an historian
Who leads an uneventful
Life in the first
Person. I Googled
“Afterlife” and received
Words wrought round
About with doubt, aware
Of the aerie nothing
On which we stand.
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