It should be a big surprise,
when you slip up to the end of days,
as skeleton fingers press your eyes,
and you stare into the hooded face,
that this it. It's over. Pow!
There is no more to do or see.
It's your time to enter NOW.
Shuck your skin.
Step out: Free!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
why 'slip up to the end of days' as in it just creeps up on u?