Dead: the state of energy with a beginning but no middle or end; hence, unlike a spring in the desert, it does not flow. And flow is quickness. Flow is life. Say the word out loud. It opens the moment of closing-off with a D, and then enters the moment of beginning, deep in the throat, from which it never rises again. It is a departure from the present and a burial in the past.
A Dead Pheasant After Entering the Flow of a Coyote in the Night