searching for a glimpse of death

Yea, for I shall welcome death

In its simplicity

For difference there is not

 

Behold for consciousness

Is but the grim realization of life

And when the day shall come

When life is no longer

What shall I fear

Except the pain required for it

 

And what must our consciousness become

And if we must at all

Will we journey alone

As we have unwillingly in life

 

Or will our souls unite

Our knowledge shared

Or will our knowledge stand alone

With individual reality

 

For who is to say

That the warm wings of death

Will not embrace the soul as it sleeps

And who is to say, in truth

Whether we are alive in dreaming

Or dead in awakening