Every aspect of the world we see,
From dawn’s first light
To the unquenchable blackness of night,
Every gift, every treasure,
Every moment that exists,
From love’s gentle kiss
To the rain of sorrow cascading across
The dunes of your cheek,
Every smile, every ache,
Every trophy of greed and desire,
From the shiny car
To the fabric of status that wears away
To threadbare worthlessness,
Every trinket, every hoarded possession,
Everything will be lost,
Dissolved like shadows by the sun.
You can’t take it with you,
Not sight, not breath, not the beat of your heart,
Not jewellery, not house, not the ones that you love.
We do not have a life,
It does not exist,
In this illusion of time and space.
There is no tomorrow,
There was no yesterday,
there is no hope, no future.
There is nothing
But this finite shard of light,
This thing we call