fragments ( the land of irreversible things)

…life, I know what it is, but do not know why… death, I know why, but do not know what…I am always fascinated to pierce into the forbidden realities, and sometimes I can pull a drop of vision out of there…

THE LAND OF IRREVERSIBLE THINGS
it is too late; life lost its meaning.
the thought is frozen into an icon.
death, ever existing, and shadowy quick,
works tirelessly to preserve the reality
that is lost in its paradoxical opposite.

I taste cold bitterness and hear the silence
of her, making the passage between there and here.
I see the wind and touch the air… I am too far…
I am in the land of irreversible things,
in the realm of rest, dust and eternity.