Uncanny Feeling

It was a strange experience 
coming out of the body 
to understand the death. 

And I watched a train 
whistling by― 
then I understood, 

time will not wait for me. 
I started running 
against the moon― 

to forget the empty dream, 
catching a fever. 
I am still burning― 

in grass, collecting 
the dew, falling 
from the misty night.

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You really turn the perception of time on its head and tell a story about catching up with time even though the teleos may not be linear and comprehensible. But since when did we understand or make sense of every single thing. Death can be the only constant, or so we think. You've provoked so many questions on my mind. Simple but not simplistic, your work has profundity.