Conceptualizing death here, translated…
Death, Going to a Faraway Place
You Can’t Even, Imagine
That Sense of Void that’s Left Behind, from Not Catching up to that Certain Someone
And, without Ways to Prevent Growing Old
You Can Only
whereyou end up! Photo from online…
Age More & More by the Day
In the Abyss of the Flesh
The Words Became, Pointless in
Shouldering Up the Illness, the Pains along with
That Sense of Vanishing Forever
The Fires Sang on the Bodies
(Ahh! The Maggots in the Soil Also Sang on)
Suddenly, an Eternity
After the Fog Dissipated
The Leaves Sways in the Wind, Fallen
The Butterflies of Dreams
Flew Past Where You Once Gazed, into the Distance
Forward
March On, as if, You’d, Never Been Here Before
And so, that, is how life and death goes, everything is free flowing, like that river that always empties into the oceans, never turning back!