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Microdeaths
These little deaths are pleasurable
A tingle
An absence of oxygen
A few dead cells
I fly
I know joy
I know God
The meaning of life
It's a tradeoff
The small joys disappear
Replacing a hum with a zoom
Feeling joy and pain alternate
Like a flickering strobe light
Is this awareness worth it?
Can you live a life once you know death?
If dying bit by bit is nice,
Why do we fear the ultimate end?
(Not autobiographical)
