I say, ah well.
I’ve spent too many years
dreaming of death,
longing for it,
to be afraid of it.
I may have abandoned
the headlong pursuit of it
but that doesn’t mean
I’m not enjoying this slower ride.
As for the end itself:
it’s just like
going over
a divide,
and I can’t speak for you but
I’ve always most loved that moment
in a mountain journey
when you can first see
the other side.
Dark Matter 
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