EACH NIGHT WE DIE

You are afraid of death, 

the oblivion

in which every thought

ends; yet

when falling asleep

each night,

is that not a death

you experience,

and the person

awakening to the dawn

sattled with an illusion

that he is you?

Each night a death,

each morning a rebirth,

or a mirage of

the continuation of self.

You die, and

someone else

rises to die, and

each stranger

thinks he is you

and lives in fear

of death and the void.

30.12.2018-21.02.2022