Death

Death © Benoît Labourdette.
Poem in automatic writing about « Death »
The work of mourning, such a slow movement of life. They gyrate breathlessly, alternately believing they have the upper hand. The unfathomable mysteries of the universe, inexplicable cycles, circular and unthinkable infinity. I almost died by breaking the rules to follow my desire. Some of them manage to give up. You are no longer.

Ancestors
Alchemy
Head carrier
Shepherd
Greed
Dead on arrival
Funérals
Pills
One Word
Dying singing
Siren
Funerals
Perfect suicide
Osiris
Mexico
Deceased child

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