I don’t know
why I write or who I’m writing
for but I’m hoping for a breakthrough before the vicissitudes of age grind me
into dust I regard old age with a
shudder I won’t be an old man too
weak to hold myself together drooling
down my chin and shitting in my pants
I never rejected the possibility of an afterlife I intend to fight my way to immortality but there are three major obstacles fear power and time and I’m running out of time every man carries his own death with him a wise man confronts that fact at all times but he fights to be immortal even as the universe conspires against him death is nature’s sanction but nature’s gift is life
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