If I Had Not Seen Their Sleeping Faces

<p><em>the trembling metaphor of why we live and how and for how long of how we strive for a good death the kaleidoscopic haze of what remains on the path once we've shed our febrile skin in a miasmic atmosphere where everyone has been asleep for ages and the only sound a heart makes is that of the pen touching the page </em></p><p><br></p><p>With lines from Les Vivants Et Les Morts by Anna de Noailles as preambles to its fragments If I Had Not Seen Their Sleeping Faces is first and foremost a refusal of the modern tendency to exile death and the dying but also an invitation to revisit the old Epicurean dictum: Death is nothing to us.</p>