steal the comfort of dying
in our sleep.
Wow that’s really kind of true…
My brain drums up these strange truths in the night.
Oh my…EMT (?) Emergency Medical Technician (?) sorry, the Haiku is great and I’m imagining that EMT might be a chemical in the brain…maybe it’s not important…anyway if I should choose I think I wouldn’t mind dying in my sleep.
When I wrote it I had Emergency Medical Technicians in mind, but I always love hearing alternative interpretations of poetry.
Well, not knowing, I went to google and it gave me European Maters in Translation and Email Monetary Transfer…so I thought the first one must be correct…lol!
Baset, it seems like there are many intriguing possibilities!
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