I wonder what will flash before me
falling towards the ground
faster than the thoughts coming now.
What will the slow motion
instant replay be as the
blood melts with, equals, and
finally outweighs the bathwater
Will final thoughts even register
as hammer strikes brass and
the smell of smoke
and gunpowder is announced.
Regret, fear, accomplishment, failure.
Good, bad, or ugly, or
no thoughts at all.
Logic does not exist for me
or I wouldn’t be contemplating this.
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