Die from this death
Rise from the grave
Undust your soul
Step on clouds
Golden in above
Breathe the breeze
Leave this illness
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Yes, this is a poem about the truth of everlasting life, and the component of s-o-u-l as the immortal part of humanity. Your title is ironic, because a person's death really means death is a passageway that leads to new life. So John Donne says inn one of his sonnets DEATH, BE NOT PROUD, because death is only temporary. Your second stanza is my favorite when the newly released soul brushes of the dust of mortality and takes on the glory of immortality symbolized in the golden cloud. There is a quiet sense of triumph here and an intimacy between the soul and its new existence, which starts IMMEDIATELY and TOTALLY. Your poem takes us to the edge of Immortal Life, and then it stops because you and I and all the readers are still mortal beings on earth. That Golden Cloud is in our future! !