Holding death off with one hand,
Beckoning it on with the other,
I live my disappearance
And call it survival.
I cannot believe in my own death,
Therefore I cannot die.
I shall be the first person in history
To avoid that misfortune.
The unforeseeable,the indefinable-
That is all there is.
Beside myself,and far from home,
I am a body that speaks,
A mouth that eats,
A birthcry and a dying breath.
I hold forth,and hold nothing:
All this blather is just a way
Of asking to be touched.
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