What is this thing called death
– the presence of an absence
knowable by what it isn’t
– a nothingness to carry us away
into some ‘non-place’ of ‘not being’?
Ask yourself, is death as real as life is real?
Are they complete opposites
in a reality that exceeds language
in which life has yet to be explained?
Then how is death comprehensible
as a final return to nothing
when a greater truth has already cancelled nothingness?