death

I forgot about the tranquility 

of the universe,

the proportions of cosmic stillness

have no room in this bubble I think is me.

I am tired of running from silence,

I want to taste every touch,

and listen to the story of every scent.

I want to live the death of every soul

that journeyed forth before me.

What is it about the wake of death

that slows down time?

What glimpse of the eternal 

is revealed before the soul

shuddering,

takes that step without feet?