You shall not taste of death
For there is no death for you:
You cannot experience
Your own death.
...
I will write the poem of poems
I will sing the song of songs
I will dance the dance of dances
I will play the sound of sounds
...
Transience is so immense,
We pass in a flurry of being,
A beautiful moment
In all its suddenness,
...
I contain all there is,
I am filled with the all.
Take of me all
If you want all.
...
Every look forward
Is a potential illusion.
This satisfies my need
To insecurity
...
The idleness of time
Too much time, wasted
The boredom of timelessness
...
I am a divine manifestation incarnated into a bard's body and strive to express the ineffable in human terms, positing poetical questions on a website in heaven... et vous ne le trouverez jamais, à moins que le recherchiez dans votre âme...)
Aftertaste
You shall not taste of death
For there is no death for you:
You cannot experience
Your own death.
Are you born?
Life and death
Cannot be separated.
You have no chance whatever
Of knowing for yourself
Where one begins
And the other ends.
You can experience the death of another,
But not your own.
Where is death, there is no you.
The only death is physical death;
There is no psychological death.
Why then are you so afraid of death?
- Because there is no you.
Shameless plagiarism throughout your work: Rainer Maria Rilke, Sara Teasdale to name a couple