Being

How one dies
Through a durbin, in observation of their own life
Somewhere out there, at the farther unrevealed shore of the existence
Separated from what it should be
By a single step,
But also by some untouchable eternity,
And some stoned space
And some muted rambling

How one dies
In shivering
And in absence of courage

But what if to be oneself
Means only - to be,
And not within the times,
And not within the space
And not within the speech