Grasping for immortality
Placing faith in what comes after
The frigid fear that this is the end
The drive to leave things behind, talismans against death,
the containment of the fleeting soul ?
a child, a heritage, a poem, a memento of things past
some graffiti, some land, something that might last

I stare into the void ahead,
I wonder if life is measured perhaps by the seconds,
The microcosmos of existence, the moments of epiphany
The fleeting triumphs, the moments of despair.
I would have lived a thousand deaths, and died a million lifetimes.