in battle, war

rage with death
not against it
if one must fight
do so with all the irrationality
of dark rage
seek not to perserve one's life
but accept as foreordained
death
revel in its madness

look to the edges of reality
to the cracks in its veneer
for truth, insight

the grey edges give way
to white billowy clouds
of spirit, true substance
life dissolves, death passes
spiritual reality emerges