Poor little guy,
what did he think?
Did he feel the void sigh
as he came upon the brink?
And will I know when
my own time is nigh?
Or go in oblivion
like this dumb fly?
Lord grant me the courage
to face that same abyss
Failing that,
make me oblivious
untethered 
On a fly drawn into a vacuum cleaner.
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