In Death - Is Death

Iridescent to the searching eyes. I'm all things vivid in

a world of grey

So easily spotted, so easily claimed in this domain where

all is prey

My thoughts a radiant beacon to the omnidirectional

hunter-god radar

I'm a markerlight of flesh to these subconscious

carnivores

I am them, I am teeth, I'm their arousal at the kill

Feasting on self. A schizoreality warp. The contradiction

fulfilled

Focus the only means to see my back to life's unending

swirl

A reversal of passing away, as the world of dead, as away

is now my origin