What
is observed
by you
before you die?
What
flashes once,
and for
the last time,
right before
your eyes?

Nothing..
if not
the opposite
of what
is still to come..
your life?
Do you not find
yourself
observing your
behind?

Every word
you said
or failed
to say.
Every
moonless
night
and sunny
day.

Every love
you gave
and every
you received.
Every memory
you cherished.
Every strife
through which
you lived.

Every fantasy
that you imagined.
Every joy and sorrow
that you ever felt.
Your every triumph..
and every regret.

Alas, The All
of what you see
is merely
but a narrow slice.
A single
spinning thread.
And when
the spindle finally
runs out..
cometh The End.

In truth,
you know her fully
only there and then..
not by her name,
but by her calling..

Death.