Ephemeral I,
Present once
But now have passed,
Departed dearly.
Wherever I am
I know myself.
Senses alive
Smelling, tasting, yearning.
Where I have been
Who is to know?
And without knowing
Whence immortality?
I must, therefore,
Provide that whiff
Ever so subtle
Of my essence
So what remains
After my passing,
Scarcely a wafer:
A biscuit of air.
Present once
But now have passed,
Departed dearly.
Wherever I am
I know myself.
Senses alive
Smelling, tasting, yearning.
Where I have been
Who is to know?
And without knowing
Whence immortality?
I must, therefore,
Provide that whiff
Ever so subtle
Of my essence
So what remains
After my passing,
Scarcely a wafer:
A biscuit of air.
