Nil
If today I die,
And cannot deny,
The life that I live,
For what I say now,
Will befit, myself, in time.
No time to die, nor live,
No structures of a pyramid,
Nor trained horses to arise,
Surmise my position.
My words define me
As a surgically proficient baker,
A baker who now lies still,
For assuming these were my last words,
I would say absolutely nil.
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