Life Before And After Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

Here's no such thing as after or before but only constant timing-chronology in space, of what is dead, alive- what struggle? which element departed? what's there in the unknown now you get? what ultimate the value now you hold even if you loose? What in balance here? There in disarray? what you loose?
Touch your body we do it constantly and well, Run your fingers along the flashes of your spirit Is it really yours here and beyond? Are you still alive or dead in soul?