High5Collective's' Death Poem' (Video)

Death Poem from High5Collective on Vimeo.

The High5Collective is a creative group out of Los Angeles that specializes in "visual art, fuckery and get buckery" according to their Facebook fan page. But I've been fucking with them for a while after seeing a hilariously grotesque and wonderfully crafted music video that they put together for AKB's 'Duck Butter' some months ago and their work has continued to impress me ever since.  This video and the accompanied poem (which by Aimee Noelle, a friend and collaborator of H5C) are a very different side of this collective's artistic ability, really capturing the range of emotions that they are able to express through their media.

Their own description of the poem and video as well as the poem itself in verse are available after the jump.
Here's what the High5Collective has to say about this work:

"Like an Academy Award nominated student film created on Adderall, Death Poem takes the viewer to the furthest reaches of their brains.  Pushing the limits of God's imagination.  Never before have you seen so much blasphemy in one video.  Death Poem will make you believe in God, then believe in yourself."

And here's Aimee Noelle's 'Death Poem' in its entirety:

nostalgia seems silly today

knowing

soon my bones

will be the reason

the flowers

bloom again.

me and the bees

like holes

in a poor prophet's pockets,

my organs have turned to useless vessels

death keeps happening like blinking does--

once those eyelashes

flutter for the last time,

the spark exits'

out of the mouth and eyes and ears

and nose and

pheromones.

death hangs around like raindrops on windows,

like smoke lingers

in a closed car.  coming into

focus like an out of 

date photograph; dissolving back

to static.

being 

dead is like leaving the eye doctor with

new glasses so everything is 

heightened to the point of sublimity, 

to the point of obscenity, 

tripping over 

revelry 

because the ground seems further 

away than it used 

to.

instead of seeing colors, 

you taste them. 

instead of needing air, 

you sip light.

everything ends everything begins everything ends everything begins

and so on

they say there are as many 

galaxies as there are grains of sand 

on all the beaches in the world.  

salsa dancing with the dead.

no skeleton to get tired,

perusing through 

outer space wearing 

orchids. 

coconut is falling 

from the sky on jupiter, 

i wish 

you were here.