When I get to Arizona
I will prepare for death
When I get to Tucson
I will enjoy and do my last breath.
Take myself to a space
Which is quiet and true
Where the mountains surround
And the desert sky so blue.
Let me disintegrate into grains of dust
In a dust storm pusuit
Grace me with desert sand
No matter how minute.

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