I look forward to wrapping myself up in death
as if in a goosedown quilt
at the end of a long day.
I will not resent the closing of the eyes, the stiffening of the lips. I do not torment myself with images of decay, of cold and darkened solitude.
Rather I welcome death as the conclusion to what must be concluded, for what is a life if it cannot be looked back upon in its entirety?