It is What It Is, What It All Is

A Poem by taylorwaver

A long poem about the other side. A read for all eyes.

A scintilla of hope vanishes
when you see avalanches
coming out of nowhere and everywhere,
racing before you with the posture of enmity

In the precise second before death
is inevitable,
you catch yourself with a thought,
seemingly beautiful in your mind"
beautiful landscapes to recall"
if not the epitome of a stereotype
You realize then,
in a fraction of a second,
being down to earth is what you are
prided for.
This beautiful landscape does not exist
as the avalanche comes
to coerce all that is

In this moment in time,
the moment before complete opaque desolate,
what you perceive probably hangs
on the wall in somebody’s living room,
above their couch,
meandering from the centre
about an inch
how unquestionably ordinary

If there was a word to describe
anything and everything all at once,
it is noticeable now
If not through the matter in front of you,
but from the quivering tremor
igniting a heartbeat in goosebumps,
raising if not every single hair
And from the feeling
deeper than tempest,
and existentially more vivid
than a picture, painting, or even
an art house masterpiece

Take the time at some point after all of this,
in your afterlife I suppose,
to give your mind proper gratitude
Your acumen mind and body
are smart enough to know that
an inch is what defines life or death,
not a predisposed definition,
but by the mere fact that life happens
however it may please

Flowing along unknowing with a
nature of indifference.
Sometimes we may be
taken aback by athing
or by alarge natural elevation
of the earth’s surface, abruptly
Just along for the ride is how
you must perceive it

A scintilla of hope vanishes
when avalanches appear out of
nowhere and everywhere,
racing with the posture of enmity

In the precise second before death is inevitable,
catch yourself with a thought,
seemingly beautiful to mind--
beautiful landscapes to recall--
if not the epitome of a stereotype

Realize then, in a fraction of a second,
being down to earth is what you are
prided for. This beautiful
landscape does not exist as the
avalanche draws nigh to coerce all that is

In this moment in time,
the moment before complete opaque desolate,
this perception probably hangs on the
wall in somebody’s living room,
above their couch,
meandering from the centre about an inch
How unquestionably ordinary

If there was a word to describe
anything and everything all at once,
it is noticeable now
If not through the matter in front of you,
but from the quivering tremor
igniting a heartbeat in goosebumps,
raising if not every single hair
And from the feeling deeper than [insert feeling]""tempest (storm),
existentially more vivid than a
picture, painting, or even an
art house masterpiece

Take the time at some point after all of this,
in your afterlife I suppose,
to give your no " mind proper gratitude. Give your
acumen mind some credit for knowing
an inch is what defines life or death
Not a predisposed definition,
but by the mere fact that life happens
however it may please

Flowing along unknowing with a
nature of indifference
Sometimes we may be taken
aback by athing or by alarge
natural elevation of the earth’s
surface, abruptly
Just along for the ride is how
you must perceive it