DEATH

It is easy to speak of death
many men of thought do so
but to die is another thing.
Death
an empty word
that means?
What does it mean to die?
Yet it’s there, I feel it
it never abandons me
To live one’s own death
to tangibly feel
the illusion of life
in that fragment that we know.
To face an abyss
to have the courage to look...
is shattering.
The universe
without usual parameters known
no longer has logical connotations,
it is frightening,
no more existence of senses’ comfort,
it is like reliving birth
no longer forgettable
you’ll remain marked.
How can one
live life
as if eternal
pretending to believe
that all this is real?
Death
Life
Two words
two experiences that intersect
indissolubly linked
both part of the Nothing.