None of us can measure the distance
Distance between alive and corpse
Corpse is a post stage of living beings
Beings with all features dimensions
Afore the death of the shooting star
Before the bugle screams at evening
A point without length width height
Appears to mark living and corpse
Pharaohs believe that their holy spirit
Will meet the holiest spirit after death
But they are lying into the museum
Like a medicated corpse as mummy
Sometimes the difference is so petite
We can't asses a zero from a one
As a dark dot on the dotted canvass
Corpse conceals within living beings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is latent echo of living being! // maybe; beautiful philosophy