one by one

those I've loved

and with whom

I've made the memories

that form the content

of my being

are slipping off

the mortal coil


they're fine

they're free

and it is only us

left behind in this world

who mourn the separation

from them


but everyone's time passes

even the young ones today

those who think

the world didn't exist

until the moment they were born

will face this

while now they grow

restless and itchy

and fiddle with their technology

to keep from facing

the boredom their self-isolation

has bred


poor ersatz visionary scientists

you're thousands of years away

from instantly manifesting

your thought

into materiality

or from any form of

act without instrumentality


but you will age

and your friends will pass beyond

the veil you'll never pierce

while you inhabit your skins

and what will you make then

of your imagination's idea of eternity?

you will join the progression

of which you are a part

and where we'll all end up

and who'll be there with us

we will all see in due course






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