A Dead Man Who Never Had a Death Experience

a man who never had a death experience is dead and laying in a casket without experience of the death is that why he looks so awkward? is it because he is experiencing an experience that, actually, is not an experience but a reality? if that’s not the reason for his mismatching death, then, why is his coffin shrouded in so many question marks? he doesn’t say a word, he doesn’t even try to open his eyes; no reason indeed for a dead man to open his eyes, the man who abandoned the world assuredly has nothing to talk about to the world; a room full of heavily sunken air the tears well out from the eyes of men looking at the dead, only the sound of the watchers’ heart-beats stir up to rise the ripples in the air a heart floating on the ripples picks a question mark drifting by a catafalque hesitantly and asked: “why did you die?” as soon as the heart questioned Unmoved Mover flicked its finger, and as finger flicked a burnt-out metro from the sky passes over the world beyond death and draws an indiscernible picture onto the cave wall; the picture, a shadow of a ghost, the reincarnated death.