Everything shines,

in the awareness

that the limits are broken,

that the sweet-bitter smell of the beyond

permeates the curtain which parts it from the here.

And the soft breeze exalts me,

fills me with a huge exstasy,

and my penis

becomes erect,

reaching dimensions I would

never believed possible to be.

Excitation makes all the hair in my body stand on end,

all my being

longs to the border which parts

this life

from non-life.

I see the light at the end of the tunnel,

that brightness

blinding and

inviting

at the same time:

the light of non-existence.

And so, as blood

flows noisily into my ears,

I pass that border so coveted

with a single,

amazing jump.

And the beloved Death

comes towards me.

Death

DEATH

LOATH

LOVE.

Yes, Love and Death

Are not so different:

loving is a bit

dying

and dying is a bit

loving.

A flash, then darkness,

and nothing more.
 
 
 

            Written in a moment of happiness… really.
 
 
 
 
 

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