Most people think that the only way to shore up life against death is health.  Fortify one’s vigor.   Deflect illness. Bolster immunity with impunity.  Rage against the dying of the light.  I, too, acknowledge such as the conventional morticide.  Cheers.  L'Chaim.  To health.  For sure.

Yet. There is another way.

The trickster’s ploy.   

Posture for a passover.  Awake in the wake of the wake and  be where death is not looking: where it has already been.  Allow death to think you are already a victim.  That the sun beating on your exposed ‘corpse’ is a case of death warmed over.  That it’s beating a dead horse with a stick.  Yes. Be as Juliet: breathless.

Or even another gambit?  Is it worth mention?

Prowl in the warm steps of the predator.  Double-back and stalk Death itself.  In pursuit achieve self-stealth.  Purr dark oblivion into a yawning temporal suspense… And then?  And then?

See how the lateral sides now slant.  And one signs one’s signature with but a dot.