Death Bequeaths A Million Trillion Years To The Dead Poem by john tiong chunghoo

what happens in death?

it is as happening as life
the light, earth, water, metal
and energies which have
raised you up as nature's
alter ego and personification
now seek divergent paths
a thousand personalities
bouncing towards space

and as the cells of your mind
close one by one, they give
you that halcyon feel as
every scene you have
held dear at heart rebounds
to make you the central character

one by one they come to claim you
till the last 10 minutes of demise
feel like a million trillion years

a dream you would die to vouch for its
authenticity, its bllssful nirvanalike feel

a dream you would have no one wake you
up from even when you are festering with worms

rewritten from:

what happens in death?

it is as happening as life
the light, earth, water, metal
and energies which have
raised you up as nature's
primary metaphor now
seek divergent paths
a thousand personalities
bouncing towards space

and as the cells of your mind
close one by one, they give
you that halcyon feel as
every scene you have
held dear at heart rebounds
to make you the central character

one by one they come
to claim you till the last 10 minutes
of demise feel like a million trillion years
a dream you would die to vouch for its reality