Not Me
IT ISN ‘t ME
It is not four score years that I exist
Though calendar and records say it’s so
And I do not comprise this mortal coil
Though it may seem to many and to me
Some say we live one life then candle fades
Or having sat the test must pay the price
To then exist in bliss or endless pain
A curse at least of tedium sans end
I’ll not be limited by tyrant time
Though substance of this form may tell me so
The infinite unchains us from this frame
Releasing untold lives: were and will be
Imagine all the stories we might tell
Inscribed or dramatized for our delight
Adventures and great games to focus mind
And give us purpose to participate
Yes I in here-and-now am what you see
But will not be this for eternity
17 August 2019
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