death has a pardon,
bound to nothing,
except life...
   and life?
                 a closure
for the experience
of life, within the confines
of what death pleases,
and what
death pleases: is life!
welcome,
to the abodes of
      the eternal womb!
   past the impossibility of time
via physics,
through history, as scuh,
only via
   an accolade in epitaph,
to escape a dating of
beign born, and subsequently
dying...

make stance:

rather than stand
                                      naked;
i tree befell...
          lingered
as if uprooted...
firm to amass both trunk
and root...
   and such...
          lose believable artefacts....
culminating in
                 i guess
you can only fathom
solipsism...

                coin does the flip;
man?
                  the lampoon
of gesture to disguise
a made delay lampooning..

mea culpa mea culpa
mea culpa mea culpa mea culpa
mea culpa....

    your fault i die?
           but no fault, i live... yes?!
i have no fault to be allowed
an allowance to die,
yet i have...
          a case, a matter,
                                          to "live"!

what life, is this?!
            was leben ist dies?!
mozart-*******-haven?!
            
i guess there's but one answer:

                          lebe(n) ist: dies.