The fluidity of things

When you escape death
such as a swiftly moving MACK truck sliding in your direction -or-
A 22. rifle being fired by your little brother
(You see the bullet split the earth by your feet)

Escaping death may mean recovering after chemo or it may be
finding peace after heart break.

Whatever it is though, the response is usually a subtle laughter

-with that being one of the purest substances on earth
you find that simple truth to be the most calming after such storms.

But your emotions are like the ocean: They will always fold and change
and curl into themselves. They may wear different masks,
but the soul will forever remain the same.

-Come watch as the persistent ocean ebbs and flows for eternity
Making death both enivitable and impossible.