From The Other Side (The message of a martyred soldier)

You run upon the lavas of all your fears,
though
instead of being deliquescing,
you soar over them,
ramming against death with an etching head
like there's nothing
chaining you to the gravity of living.

Your body leaps over every barrier:
boulders and ramps are no more,
ground abruptly has no substance:
an absolute void of the crudity of objects,
even air’s defiance,
nothing but pure oxygen!

And asudden you realize
you’ve also jumped over death
You leave behind your life
but you keep on going running
waking up from this nightmare.
you even recognize what you’ve left behind was a dreadful dream,
the endless spectrum of fears.

You feel sad for those who you left behind.
You recognize
the fear of death was a scarecrow.

you see behind the mirrors