As talent fades (as emotionless as it came),
as words become absurd fragments or looping riddles,
as we all seem headless chickens panicking for some finance crack point,
as movies are the same for ages and reality is boldly different,
as we feel cold and sick at the 20 degree spring of Barcelona,
as the crows fly over your head in circles,
as a white triangle appears in the sky and recites the dream of three;
and you walk unaware of all of this at 8:55 in the morning heading to your executive office:

That is the announcement for death coming.