Part 8

What are we
A puff of smoke
A breath of air
A beat of heart

What are we
Is what we make
Of ourselves
That sets us apart

I push through the crowds
Elbowing my way
Going past
Going fast

To where nothingness
Is all that there is
Finding life
In death
A reincarnation
And rebirth of that old soul

M. N. R.
15 JULY 2019