If Death is Not the End…

theartofthehand's avatarThe Art of The Hand


Life passes through us like the blade

Of bamboo growing through the prisoner pegged down in the glade

It pierces your blood, your screaming head –

Life is what happened to the dead.

Forever we do not exist

Except for now.

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