The real question is not

To be or not to be--

The question

Is how to be if

To be leads inexorably to not be--

To question if cessation is proper

Suggests infinite time--

But cessation is already there

Waiting

Slings and arrows, fardels,

They all disappear like a cloud

As if never there

Along with you

It's that thing about dying

It takes care of itself 

And everything else.

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