, Poem by D A Phinney

There is a death that comes upon a man,
A stillness inlaid more bone-deep than fear-
Awareness peaking into most aware
Of halt, of halt, each heartbeat's separate
Gap between the memory and the tear-
Something whispering nothing at the last.

There is a death that comes upon us all,
As definition falls short of resolve;
The high-pitched screen fills apprehensions eye,
While, bit by bit, each heartbeat's separate
Attempt to seize the present must involve
Future skipping over into past.

There is a death that overtakes the world
And voids the matter-mirror galaxy;
Entropic hiss declaims the vacuum pulse.
Existence sings as heartbeats separate.
The lidless spirit-sight can only see
Self by siren-scream lashed to the mast.