At the precise moment of death
the pupil of the eye
opens its widest.
The white lights in ceilings,
the moon, sun
stars, comets, nebulae,
the great band of the Milky Way--
all fall into the brain.
There are no lights
too bright for the dying.
-Al Zylonas
the pupil of the eye
opens its widest.
The white lights in ceilings,
the moon, sun
stars, comets, nebulae,
the great band of the Milky Way--
all fall into the brain.
There are no lights
too bright for the dying.
-Al Zylonas
At the precise moment
that the lamp-lights slip out
from over our heads
in a whirl of suspense
I doubt we will notice
how much more we can see
of the stars
