Like So Much Dust

Death is an experience life has prepared me for ~ by poet. As the years accumulate.... like so much dust; time makes its presence known ~ wrinkled skin, hair loss, and an assortment of aching bones tick off the moments, days, months years culminating in death... Death is tethered to life; fundamentally... it's the fulfillment of life. Birth gives birth - to death ~ they're conjoined, one cannot exist without the other. Tears spontaneously flow at both - equally, death - is - not - the - end ~ nor the beginning! A circle has no beginning or end and neither do souls... We are souls, created, in the image of God eternal ethereal sentient... circles within circles - birth, death, dreams - within dreams - within dreams ~ life death - death life; words ingrained in our thoughts ~ used to justify reality, as we perceive it to be. Our view ~ limited by our conciseness, we label death as the end of everything; including ourselves. But is that true?