It is as if you did not

In Your name, the condolence mail runs and the laments run on every mouth because in the sun what is not seen because in the rose what is not smelled because you were as if you did not exist, the existence and non-existence dispute over you, oh guardian of revelation and waiting, prepare, for your appointed time is now approaching to revive from your impossible death to ascend alone this pain I will ascend, you ascend until you disappear and you descend until