Glamour of Death and Breath

Across the human spectrum Fleeting thoughts pass through death's earlobe- The nature of life, will it be faced Freely at the closing of the Saints How many live's has the Universe coursed? As we make our way to evolution's tip What will be the magic memory trip Thinking back on routine days Filing cabinets and mundane haze Taxes paid, property rearranged To display our worth for an hourglass What thoughts will lurk As the body's memory ceases to work Knowing the sky brews on its axis And human history spreads dramatic What force will plunge through the darkest night? How will letters crease the tongue As gasping breaths are sought from lung And youth's frozen tirade succumbs To waking dreams, a trance-like state What will we say to our progeny Through the gloss as we fade Into midnight's dull glamour