At Least Once
At least Once
lay your body in a boneyard.
While you are young enough
rest with the remains of the dead,
perhaps lean against a mournful angel.
Soon the fear of non-survival or survival
will leave you.
Heaven and hell will both pass away
like smoke from a cigarette,
you will commence to relax
like a well-loved woman.
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