At Times It May Not Matter Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

AtTimesit may not matter

all furies
numb as the sky and faultless, as the rain,
likens a widen highway,

here you die of accidental crushes
lifes meaningless collaterals to the surpluses,

at other times in our life time are there no excuses for death to claim his victims,

everythingweathers like a plane ticket to the un known.

i am enjoying a course dinner and the next moment an emergency trip to the ER.
because of a heart failure.

as immovable as a monument,
Death is enjoying his collections of stones.
all candidates are lined up in his collections of toy,

the dance of the living and the dead precludes one after the other.
possibilities like heartbeats and flatteners

we are all in one itineraries to graveyards.

the surfeit is a temporary relief of wind and a good weather.and man becomes a fraction of sun beforethe night comes in

here in theright contexts
love is sobriety and the wish to continuity

in the final nutshell, it may not matter.as all fair in life and death"
a serene mornings interludes of feeling of joy and goodness.

nothings happens on the day andafter your death
on the furious serene anterooms ofpassage.