bad phrasing
I meant she didnt comprehend the common knowledge of death, the fear that it engenders in the left behind. The sorrow of never holding that physical being again.
Now to really comprrehend death,
At the moment of truth you look down at yourself
see what has become, sorrow for those left
an unseen hand cannot comfort but a force of will
touches those crying around that shell
the stars compell, the freedom to fly effortlessly among the cosmos
the pain is gone
the memories fade as delight in the newness
of this medium we see, time does not exist
as you travel with a whooshing sound in empty space
the speed attracts particles of ice and metalic space debris
your eyes become rubies, you skin is replaced
by diamond dust as with purpose not human or devine
as you seek a vague sense of justice denied
you are,
the silver surfer
