As a literal phemomenon, Death is fearful.
As paradox, an antidote to fear.
As life in death, it focuses on life.
As something absurd, one must cope with it,
Edmund Husserl or Viktor Frankl’ll help;
If literal ’n figural, generates fear ’n hope,
As “cowards die many times ’fore their deaths.”
If cyclic, it mitigates much of fear,
If linear, leads to dread—life after death:
Go to Edmund Husserl and he will help.
Thus, hacked to death, dear Death, by perceivers;
But when the worst comes to the worst, I quit!
Copyright © Ram R. V. | Year Posted 2017
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