It is unacceptable
Death
Entering the void
Losing touch of the world
Losing the people we love
Losing yourself
Losing everything

We articulate art to make us immortal
Poetry has become a conduit for the eternal

We write poetry to escape life and death
It is our desire to be infinite
We must create transcendence

I exist, I matter
Death sometimes is unacceptable
As I cannot fathom the emptiness

The darkness within and without
"All men must die"

But do we really die?
We go somewhere else - a singularity
Of Heaven and purity
Of angels
Of God

To transform pain to happiness
It is our search to nirvana

and in Death we achieve our immortality