Death and The Rosa Mundi

The white rose on the banner that Death does wave, is the same white rose that the Fool is waving in his left hand as he steps off a cliff into the abyss. When I fell, I put a deep gash in my left hand, that kept me from going over the edge. High on LSD, with my feet dangling over the edge, I looked a hundred feet below at sea lions on a rock. I did not have the power to haul myself to safety. I considered the truth that these sea creatures would witness my death, my fall. Who would have thunk it, that I would die this way, just a piece of flotsam in a grand kingdom, that knows death, every second of the day. somewhere, below, a big fish is eating a little fish. Death is everywhere. Then I felt the four hands of my friends…