Some vital force is severed,
a lifeline has been fractured.

In that instant, of life and death,
there awaits an eternity.
As a final neuron shoots its path,
is it then a soul is free.

Shrinking with exponential decay a life exits night into eternal day.

The library expands, an unnerving pace, too many volumes to read as the impulse fades,
marking an expression upon the dying man's face.

Are we nothing but phantoms, trapped in eternal moments?
When fractions of a second expands into eons,
it becomes oh-so-difficult to say.

Is this goodbye, or were we never even here?
If all is one, and time is encompassed within a single moment,
what is there to fear?