impermanent

How luxurious to imagine your death…

You go down that path

You take your last breath

full of family one last time

Your hands held by 

loved ones who

sigh and whisper

words of encouragement

as you fade

Or you die alone 

You don't wake up

Quite quiet 

Only quiet

Just quiet

You heard that's the best way to go

Or maybe dementia creeps in

and you just don't care 

dead

alive

doesn't matter

one way or another

but no one talks about the white space…the corridor of nothing…the two or three blank seconds…punctuated by jolt upon jolt…and…you're jarred into your next reality…but…you don't know it…until days later…when…you stand naked in the shower…warm water flowing past…bruises and soreness…and you need to be carried in God's pocket…for a while…because you can't walk throughout it…anymore…and you shake just like you did…that moment you realized…that you can't breathe…because you are breathing…because that's your reality…because you are not dead…just impermanent

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