A collage poem here. I think each person believes, deep down, that he or she will live forever, even when the evidence is clearly against this idea.
he had thought of
that it came as a nasty shock when
he had no choice but to
visualize it, truthfully,
the congenial life
come and gone
Here is the way under the surface of the world
narrow boundaries taken by surprise
in order to see them.
Who will be living in it then