for one to be born again,
one must die first.

I am dead.

but
when will the death in me
collide with the death of the body?

consider the effect of death, the everlasting fate, and relate it to the living and breathing self
begs the question of living and dying
what is your stand?

must one die in order for another to come alive? as suggested by Bataille?
or is it more like a rupture, the plucking of individuals from the flow of life,
and call upon to defend one's own life before a jury?
Duerrenmatt-like.

I cannot quickly answer that now.
but in order for me to live,
I have 5 seconds before the moment of death to understand the irony of life and death.
after which, I'm on uncharted territory.

can any verse, prose or song
express the dying question,
the condition immune to simulation,
our deaths.

but the only opportunity to understand dying,
is by living.
hence, my entire philosophical enterprise is anchored on this premise.
hence, I introduce, my latest endeavour,
to live to live,
before I approach death.