Death is a lump in the throat. br Acute awareness of the inanimate, br bareness in extreme... br cold, full and frozen. br br But so to go, br we all depart in time, br journeying to our own ideas. br Into a land of mirrors, br enormous spheres of light, br or white effigies br of personalities that br shade our eyes br in dazed visions. br br Then we reach out br to touch. br Need contact with br the other side. br Cold kisses of loves br still ghost. br The quietness of deaths bride. br br Death is tears br on a staring cheek, br glazed oversight br of weakness... br thoughts of past returnings br that lay buried br without comfort. br br Memories lay heavy br and wear with strain br all passing thoughts br within a seething brain. br br Death is...