What’s To Be
We matter, we’re matter
atoms, molecules
never die
just change form
so science says.
Could we live on
as flowers, bees,
dust in the breeze,
one of zillions of stars?
Somewhere in the air we breathe
or the visions we see
maybe past lives set free.
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yes, I especially love living on as “the visions we see”
Lovely. That first line!
I love the way the poem begins – the play on matter really drew me in.