I wish we had another sense
the sense to disappear
to choose our last day
or night
to be less present
just with a thought
No need for a bullet
an overdose
or a jump from the Parthenon
A sixth sense
involving only one death
all the way to nowhere
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Or another sense
perhaps a seventh
to bring someone back
from oblivion
without any scars
or missing parts
just with a thought
No need for prayer
a miracle
or climbing Mount Olympos
A newly discovered sense
all the way from the Cosmos
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Talking Heads - Road to Nowhere
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Patrick M. Ohana
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It was very clever!