Here is an old favorite:

If it doesn’t happen
My body will still
Wake itself
Before the sun.
I will revive.
I will go into the day,
But what color will the sky be?
Will I notice?
I will show up to life,
But will it taste right?

Sometimes everything is
Orange juice after toothpaste.
If it doesn’t happen
There will be a great
Plume of smoke
Hanging overhead
Changing slowly
City lights reflecting up and in
After the climax
Of fireworks
And then nothing.