Passing in Transient

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A transient time -

short; not altogether sweet.

Life can stop turning.

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Where is the man that

calls out my death, and yours too?

Hiding in the shade.

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Look death in the eye -

black and bleak it stands once more.

Has it come for me?

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Bullet through the heart.

It is then that I know there

is no where to turn.

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Death is suddenly

exciting; an adventure.

Unlike it was then.

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What is the point of

dreading what must come to pass?

I cannot see it.

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And now, here I am.

Dead; glossy eyes staring at

Absolutely nil.