In the light of death

I wrote this one in the cafeteria of the hospital, right after I met my grandma for the last time. In Dutch, but you can find the translation below. Click to enlarge

 

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In the light of death, all is what it is

A glass of water with granules for example

The step of the foot of each person remains but a whole step

Darkness is dark, and light is light

Before death.

 

In the light of death, life is dirty and pure

Unpolishable, it drags itself along, as if a fight about being

Of only itself

 

In the light of death, love is true

Undeniably, it glows up and turns off through

To the core of all little beings

 

Big and tiny can be together in the light of death

For no comparison falls but death

Only fear knows big and small but does not eat death’s cookie to crumble

 

In the light of death, black turns white and white turns black

Just like on a squared coat

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