Carpe Diem = Memento Mori

I am dying

as my feet touch the bare grass.

I am dying

as the ful-light moon showers the cascades.

I am dying

as my sweat

transforms slowly into hands,

and their exhaustion grabs this pen.

I am dying

as i write this floor

at which my feet shower

in a moonly cascade.

I am dying

as the grass is a ful-lit hand

exhausted from pen grabbing sweat.

I have died

and the pen’s tip

cracks this second

into it all.