In Death – Is Death

Iridescent to the searhing 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 me back
To life’s unending swirl
A reversal of passing away, as the world of dead,
As away is now my origin