The True Immortal

White grains for brains His thoughts are anointed seed Spirits germinate where gladiators once fell And mere mortals can taste a drop of eternity Occasionally, like rice They give rise to empires He sighs warm breezes Of ever green forests and blue lagoons When he sneezes entire ages freeze over He winks across the galaxy And we observe a Supernova He smiles avalanches and blizzards And laughs a symphony orchestra He yawns a new dawn With each stretch of his hand Releasing the imagination to humility To see himself as one truly is Through the honest lens of the soul And not through the deception of the blinking eye He breaths through the filter of a lifetime His heart rate pumping at a thousand eras per aeon His vision is a continuum A pessimist by nature Fatalistic even, he never shed a tear Except occasionally for the panda bear He dug a basement in his home With his brooding, pacing up and down Where he now stores fossils of past civilizations Amongst his most valuable collections