Death, a trick of the light,

as the shell cracks

and the abyss promises,

but never delivers,

oblivion.

 

All gone me, but now me and now no me.

I breathes me waking and sleeping

 

Blink! Blink!

the imaging eye, I.

 

Light has no rest mass.

Let it dance so that mass may …

 

If the wound is where the light enters

embrace dissolution, have a crack up!

Let the pieces fall where they may,

they are snowflakes.

 

There is no door,

we move back and forth freely

unmoving really.

It’s fear that seeds a portal.

 

Fear not, you have nothing to lose.

You dead and alive wonder!