A divinely somber and astounding-pounding-sounding silence can inherently be discovered in her death.
White-balanced with tantric majesty
in the fleeting flash of deceit illuminating her last breath.
There is a raw primal nature in the air of the moment,
Gone-- so no longer does she own it,
Strong-- In his image, through a squared hole
the certainty of her soul finds a home to live on eternal,
allowing it to forever ever manifest.
The fortunate misfortune of one,
to soothe the suffering --cherished but perishing young
…this is the understanding of beauty in The Beautiful Death.
By Kareem Quow
