The older I get, the more I find
our arguments
are far less
controversial
than our actions are. So,
Slowly—surely
I've been working
more concretely
on my invincibility—
by watching slideshows
where pictures of me
dawn and dissolve
in grateful
time to
mechanical funeral
home music—
and by lying (supine)
down each day
in one additional translucent
grain at a time
of warm wet sand—
for just one
grim and ponderously fictional
milli-
second longer.