Dying should be easy, automatic
A fall immediate to its intention.
A simple motion, not blocked by a static
Tension in the service of prevention.
But far too often it's deliberate
Slow to arrive no matter how approached,
A solid bar - no way to shiver it -
Standing between the death that has been broached
And its completion. I wonder how is it
That something natural can so resist
Although resistance can be so exquisite
That that could be why barriers exist.
But why is death so hard, when it should be
Somewhere we all come instinctively?
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