The initial Concept of Death.docx
The initial Concept of Death
«When it's cold, isn't it an absence of heat?
Isn't it dark, when there's no emittance of light?
When there's a presence of you, there's no space for me,
There's no time for you, when all what's left is mine.
I am burning like a young star, rays beaming,
Converting by lungs O2 into CO2,
Your heart as a black hole commands my particles,
Your event horizon slowly eats up my moons.
My chlorophyll glows red under UV light,
And in the night I can only breath out,
You say to me «Oh my God, is it your blood?»
I laugh at the joke; you continue to fool 'round.
I'm standing at the edge of a single node,
Right now, all I can comprehend is in its length,
We can't understand each other at all
And I'm sure — it's initial Сoncept of Death».
N.-K.