People imagine
What fun to come back to life.
Listen, I’ve tried it.
I’ve gone to the point of death
And returned to find
Myself eyed suspiciously
By those who'd been depleted
By my continuity.
And what if I’d stayed away?
Well, I couldn’t say,
Except to say I, myself,
Wouldn’t have mourned me
Nor blamed any one of these
Horrified to see me breathe.
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