how death becomes, covered…photo from online

On the meanings of death, of being, gone, translated…

Finally, I’d Come to Understand

That Sort of a Cold that Could Never be Melted

Seeping Out from the Bottom of My Heart

Covering Up Heaven & Earth

It Was like that Amusement Park in Childhood Becoming Rusted

what it’d, looked like, only that it’s in a cemetery, and not a city like this…animation found online

Dreams that Had, Fallen on the Far End of the Mountains

The Temperatures that Remained, After the Blood’s Drained Dry

The Reality that’s, Comparable to the Shadows, Swaying Even More, Delusional

Seeing How All the Colors are, Swallowed up

And those Footprints Messy in the Mud

As Well as Those, Skid Marks

They Will All Eventually

Get Buried Down Too, Unnoticed

And so, this is, what became of life, and the snow showed it all, and life’s like that, once the traces of someone is gone, it’s gone, unless, unless you did something from when you’re still alive, to leave that huge mark, to make that smallest difference in someone else’s life, then, you’ll never really be, gone………