Die in my sleep—I would never!
I want to be there, face it square on
Die in a bed, family around—no!
I want my privacy, I want to be standing up to it
Die as my family says—no way!
They have no vote in the matter
But I ask you sir: Is this how you want your family
to spend your last days and hours
in consternation
forever to rehearse the pain
they were made to suffer?
:- Doug.
What would make your death good? Quick, fighting, pain-free, with family gathered about, alone, conscious, sleeping, something else? What would your hands, legs, body, head be doing?
:- Doug.
If I had my way, this is what I would do to make my death the happiest, most gentle.
:- Doug.
Whether from others in their writings
or from exchanges rehearsed
or from chance encounters
all poetry flows
from meeting
:- Doug.
In the streaming conversation
We participate in souls
What takes place between this person and this other
Takes place nowhere else in nature
We have entered the sphere larger
:- Doug.
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