DEATH Poem: Vibrational hum, by Ken Tomaro

There is no life after death, only a pulsing energy. you have no body, at least not one you are aware of. there is no awareness, no pain, no happiness, no touch, no God or color, no writing or language, only the sound of a drill slowed down a thousand times in a vacuum of space that might be behind a wall or right next to you. the spaces of life we know or think we know do not exist. only a vibration of energy and an inconsistent fluttering of light. but light doesn’t exist. time doesn’t exist. only the vibrational hum that is us.

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