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What is death like?

Flashes in the dark?

a moth travelling into light?

A free-fall into the abyss?

Nothingness after and throughout?

Is it the waiting on a road to end?

Or a final stop before a refill trip?

All while flying in the wind?

Say the words that describe

The souls that have parted

Speak of the ones who transit

Thru cries, and robust thrusts

Who have shun their lingering

And resonate from their dwelling

In retrospect, in sarcasm:

“Live long before you die,

and perish before you reek;

For life as death is a moment,

That exalts when you peak!”

Say a word on climax;

For when this world makes sense

Is when a world for someone ends.