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.