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Death Fantasy

As
Beginning to fly
By flapping one’s arms
Is an impossibility

To know
To experience
One’s own death
Is an impossibility

Someone flapping
Their arms
Saying, I am going to fly
Would instantly
Seem absurd

But not
Someone dreading
Saying
I am going to die

Both animated
Gripped by fantasy — neither
Has ever experienced
Never will

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