Threshhold
We probably don’t know
we are dying
when we are dying.
After we are dead it is too late.
Through a doorway
never in a doorway,
just one room
then,
the other.
An awe:
there is probably no
this is it –
just extinguishment.
No goodbye,
just gone.
Christ says give up,
Christ says, give.
Buddha agrees, adds,
say goodbye
each moment
your whole life
only in this way you live.
The Opiate, Spring 2017
