From Death To Non Existence Poem by James McLain

Life is one giant cemetery
infinity
for everyone, where no one
comes to die.
Having never been born, old age
is not the opposite of death.
Coming into your own,
instantaneously, when how
you are, is wisdom all have known.
Through it you have become confused,
become transgendered confusion
leaves U.S. then
and here there are no well planned suicides.
Some exist as if streams,
not to be abused nor confused
with their bad dreams.
Knowing all there is to know,
no one here is obtuse.
And despite of it all it's good to be.
In charge of God
into existence all have sprung
for ever young, never old.
Where each birthday past is revealed
only after it is gone.
And in the end when you have become.
It is only then
that all will know what all came here to know
before being tossed back into
the stream
the stream in the middle of there.