I am not afraid of it,

I thought I would be,

but I would guess I’m

running out.

There is very little left to say.

I came here so self-assured

and laid too much on the line

before my time.

I couldn’t help myself.

It was there for the taking.

Now, I’m off on the hunt

for the missing mysteries

so I can hibernate

and ruminate

on how to eliminate

all the unnecessary ephemera here

in my crypt of hubris.

Another death to the ego

as the seasons turn,

right on time.

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