Death, be not surprised

Sometimes, I can sense death out there.
Not yours or anybody else’s, but my own.
I close my eyes and like a figure emerging from the mist still some way off, I sense its presence.
If I close my eyes and breathe deeply for long enough I can almost paint the sketch, or write up the first draft of events leading up to my demise.
I would have to change my life drastically to make the eventuality of death something of a surprise for myself.
Other than that, the reaper does not look so grim.
But I certainly do.