I was dead
doesn't matter how it happened
but in the enclosing darkness there was a single glow
as I floated toward it, I heard an indistinct echo
my voice
willing and carefree and thoughtful
that was me
I looked up and it grew outwards
things cut off jaggedly and didn't become a gradient
each moment was somehow distinct
I zoomed out and peered down onto my life
and it unravelled and spiralled
the spiral of my life
And then it started to fade,
the edges dimmed
the energy died
and it wasn't distinct any more
no jagged cut off to symbolise my end
just thinning trails of dust
falling out into the distance
that was my end
I was standing around the edge of the spiral
trying to find the final speck
when I finally thought to myself
what if the spiral truly had no end
And just how it started with an echo
it ended with one too