Of becoming aware
You’re only postponing
The end of awareness.
You woke up with the phrase
Death body in your head,
Having just dreamed someone
Sweet slept on your shoulder.
Why would anyone sweet
Snuggle themselves against
The frail catastrophe
That is this death body?
That’s how your thoughts phrased it
As you surfaced. But then
You thought, no, it's not death,
However death hovers,
Or you wouldn’t be here.
It’s breathing, pulsing life.
You’re still a warm body.
And you thought of the joke
Phrase that means, to settle
For anyone, any
Warm body is enough.
Morning postponed the end.
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