We know the heart stops
The breath stops
The muscles relax
The brain turns off
The tissue decays
The growth ends
Every part that was once ourselves turns to nothing
That is the aftermath of death.
But what is death itself?
That moment when everything finishes
When whatever it is that makes us alive
Flickers and shuts off
Does it disappear?
Like rain into the ground
Does it leave our sight?
Like the setting sun
Does it change its form?
Like a caterpillar and a chrysalis
Does it turn off?
Like a little machine
Does it live on?
Like a legend
In effect I ask
What is life?
And what is its relationship with death?
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