Death always takes us

Willingly or not

To the edge of this

This life we weave with determination

Gathering our fears, spinning them taunt and defiantly into beliefs, faith we call it

Constructing ideologies and routines to help us along the way

Wrapped in such fabrics

We protect and present ourselves

Whole. Secure. Saved.


Death always takes us to the edge

Willingly or not

Where we, stunned

Stand starring into abysses 

Pelted by torrents made of one part anger and two parts fear

Shards rip us bare

Clothing us in our particular loss


Death always takes us to the edge

The translucent boarder of this

This being

Willingly or not

And then stands there with us in the void

Holding our hand

Until the unknowable breaks ...