WHETHER IT BE THE HEMLOCK SOCIETY
or OD or toxic PTSD,or any number of fatal complaints ..
sometimes we have a choice in our manner of leaving.(mostly not..
Happens via accident or loss/illness that compounds.We are grounded.Ground dead.
before we have learned to fully fly.WHY?We learn from deaths of plants,animals,friends.
We watch as emotions drain teardrops via loss unexplained and personally tragic.
The whole world stops when we are in grief..You know folk who never get over it..
Death is for survivors,who learn and are burned by loss.Grief is anger/internalized..
We may never be able to stop mortality-yet we can hold each moment as a breath.
Closer than lovers/within our very skin/love Life as a lover..and only release
so the next breath can come in.Like tides,moon,cycles,seasons..we dream within..