Unbecoming

Death has claimed another.

No, Death didn’t.

Dying is a process.

and its untying you.

 

Your awareness fr ag ment in g

Language loo-sening until it is only

nonsensical f. i. g. u. r. e. s.

(Language is a luxury when instincts can’t save you)

Blurred colours refuse to crystallize into memories

Sensations surge and fade

(The hand of fear crawling up your throat as your mind struggles to wonder what is happening,

An impression of a question that can never materialise into words,

A hint of a doubt that flies by unrecognised.

But.

Your mind knows)

 

Outside, the world spins.

Life moves even faster, unaware

that the fading mind of this measurable broken body

floats unmoored in infinite darkness.

That for seconds, it is a living and dying paradox

Experiencing its own unbecoming.

 

The Modern Man falls prey to the Ancient Truth.

Life is game Nature experiments with

To be one with the Universe, we must be non living

We must be empty, devoid of ourselves.