I have written a poem, a traditional and rare single line tanka, about how death is an illusion for the dead but all to real for the mourners.

Exit-date illusion souls do not dissipate still leaving all-too-real for somnambulists yet waking won’t salve grieving hearts

The full story with explainers: https://medium.com/illumination-curated/the-illusion-of-death-84c4c250df80