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.
Reworked and republished for Hijacked Amygdala here.