Cottonwoods in Bloom

The only way we can know
We will die is if we’re still
Alive. We can’t die

If we’re not alive.
We can’t know we’re not alive.
Our only state of being
Is being alive knowing

We’re going to die.
There’s no other existence,
Enlightened or not,
Praising our savior or not.

The only time we can know
We will die is when we’re still
Alive. We can’t die.