it is always the moment of Death

ON PAUSE =

it will be a moment exactly like this, Life is Death on Pause... a momentary aberration/abortion in eternity

Because everything you are presently recording is a memory being laid like a patio floor... the Present is the top of the stack, only the present is actual fact...

i.e. 
the Crest of the Wave you surf upon; will eventually Beech on rocks or sand all options are by your own hand; fate is your Throat Life is the Knife... sometimes luck alone will save you, for a time, but all time ends in mortality... all and whosoever

like Death Row 'inmates' (all of us are reluctant inmates of a life sentence) you never really Know, the Day nor the hour, but the Moment is as much NOW as it will ever be... the anticipation of dread is the dread of the dead... but: You can do a lot of living between that finite future so-called, from this so-called now. now is the edge of forever, tomorrow is too hard to guess

between this easy moment and the final moment, is a Cravass a slimy crack broken souls and heart attacks... made of collective circumstances, as My own Father Drowned, he saw back the most precious private moments in fast sequence no doubt, all the things you hold so immutable and dear can be ripped away from you like a deep Scab... that Bleeds hard but beats burning in Hadies, save the dead from living in the flames let the living remain cold dum and blind, and buried in permafrost that never thaws

all life is in the past the only time you are really here is when it's getting too late... nothing focuses the tiny mind like utter totality and non-existence: it will be such a relief to get there, as there is no more Worry about it

God Forgive me
and Please Forget Me