We are not more important
than the dead, just because
we still have the breath
and the beating of the heart,
thoughts flowing through
a living mind, the ever-shifting
consciousness we define
as ourselves through all
its Protean transformations.
Or so we believe, making
us the pole star around
which existence revolves.
We are not more important,
for time is a slippery thing
like our identity, time can
fold and fold on itself
like the ancient Maya
believed, those we deem
dead might live an eternal
now, and those beyond
our horizon in what is
to us the future, may now
be walking on our dust,
and we reliving a life
that ended long ago.
05.03.2025
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