Acquiescence Toward Mortality

Management here at Highland Manor Apartments sent out word that tomorrow, January twenty third, two thousand and twenty one, we (all residents) will receive the first (of two) inoculations to stave off getting COVID-19, hence mine poetic title might seem absurd. Aforementioned stance toward death obviously antithetical regarding desire to stay alive and most oppressive when mine mental, physical and/or spiritual yours truly takes a (swan) dive analogous where bajillion bees swarm from their hive. Linkedin with well known poem by and by penned by Emily Dickinson, I didst decry expressed her relief to die "Because I could not stop for Death," she aptly crafted verses to comply reverently, merrily, and gloriously accepting cessation of existence well nigh as does one garden variety generic goofy guy. All natural catastrophes aside, plus excluding thermonuclear war, where civilization would get fried nullifying idea viz, let conscience be your guide, nor no place to run and hide left to grapple with dystopian quandary shuttering fright housed inside in one poof annihilating prejudice (white privilege included) and pride reducing to ashes trumpeting self importance, where snide persona grata becomes irrelevant as does living social or vacationing in Telluride. Interestingly enough, I do not entertain notions inflicting self harm nor suicide, but expect longevity (to ride one after another orbitz around the sun) maximum total (represented courtesy value units and tens place) at minimum exceeds double digits in plain English aged to perfection groom and bride attains at least ninety nine years. Despite skittering within hair's breadth or blink looming over the edge no time to think, cuz no matter being knight in shining armor I can scrunch and squint thru visored chink, and espy and the title of a storied book by Tom Wolfe I think Old Rotten Gotham sliding into behavioral sink, amidst so much flotsam and jetsam while singing Skidamarink surrender unavoidable fate cuz destiny dis rapper doth not shrink and recognizes that whatever does not kill will only make me stronger (money back guarantee) I attain a spry five score birthdays and while away hours playing solitary game of tiddlywink.