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Recurrence!
I lay there, weak, with gasping breath, not knowing what came after death. My frightened pleas for one more chance were heard, perhaps, by circumstance.
I hoped that knowledge of my errs would lead me up some different stairs. Then clouds of cotton passed me by
as back I rode through azure sky.
I dreamed about another life, a change of name, a lot less strife. Supposing I'm a nameless face in another land, another race?
Or beggar, thief, or blind or lame with just misfortune as my claim? I asked myself, could I take a life in a strange new land, a brand new wife?
The drifting stopped. I looked below to see what strange new life I'd know. Then I gasped in fear as I neared life's door
and saw the life I'd lived before.
Good Lord, not that! I moaned in tears, as I recognized familiar years. Restore me to my one last breath
and grant, instead, your kiss of death!
