A luminous light called death
Could you see that light? The one when you die?
Iíve seen it six times and believe it or not Iím still alive.
Maybe like a cat and I have nine lives to waste away.
Perhaps Iím stuck in a limbo and never get past today.
The light is a color beyond comprehension and thought.
Much deeper than a man made explanation you were taught.
It feels so good here like being back in the womb and aware.
Without notice then back to life just like that, itís hardly any fair.
Can you see that light? Because I just killed you.
After this suicide it will be my seventh time through.
Maybe like a cat I will still survive, but maybe I won't.
Youíll have to figure out the puzzle in the poems I wrote.
One thing is for sure aside from any kind of fantasy.
We all see and feel that light, pure living poetry.
No need to be scared now, you have known all along.
In this reality of yours we never really belonged.