In the split second / Before we crashed
I finally discovered / What it feels like / To be alive.
It is a peculiar existence / For those of us
Who only feel alive / When on the cusp of death.
In the minute / Before we crashed
He took off his seatbelt off.
He was not afraid of death / For he was alive / And he knew it.
He had lived for a long time / And had been alive all the while.
Death can do a lot of things / But it can’t undo
All that living.
And Death knows it.
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These lines: Death can do a lot of things / But it can’t undo / All that living.
I didn’t like J.G., Ballard’s Crash but I love this. It’s everything his wasn’t.
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wow .
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Here’s a true life story written by another blogger that exactly confirms the honesty of your poem: https://amysticaljourneyblog.wordpress.com/2018/07/25/on-what-lies-beyond-death/
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amazing
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