~Poetry~
When I Die
The whole world will end
Or at least as I’ve imagined it
As my eyes have perceived
In the unique way that this bodies felt
How its sensed all the lights and sound
All that I’ve experienced
All that I’ve lived and felt
All this beautiful world will cease to exist
For the eyes that hold it
Will no longer see out
The form will so too come to pass
Forever as fleeting as each moment
Another moment in the infinite
That is consciousness
The very source of all creation
And so to all destruction
Neither good nor evil
Save for that forbidden knowledge
That original sin
That I may suffer such a wonderful gift
Truly points to my foolishness
Humanity’s arrogance
To be something more than a dream
While building again and again
Cities of Babylon to crumble as dust
Dust In The Mountain 