[not dead yet]

not dead yet, already dying

past fear, without triumph

as the velvet of the cushion

pushes up against my cheek


i've made the playlist for my funeral

divided up my shit

told my password to a close friend 

I'll tell the truth from the beyond


So I play my favourite albums, again hear the final song

There's still time

There's still time

to get acquainted with the carpet and the ceiling

to hand hundred dollar bills to strangers

to meet the meanest chicks


to begin


there is so much left to do

there is so much left to do

there is so much left to do

that I can't do; that I won't do


not dead yet, already dying

past fear, without triumph

as the frigid air sucks 

the work from my bones


to choose


to choose


to choose


to do what's left to do

to do what's left to do

to do what's left to do

that'll do. that I'll do.

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