Identity

Looking at my fingers

soon they will be no more

this entire body will fade

become ash, like the taste in my mouth

how can we be so small yet feel so much

wrapped in these tight bodies

wrapped in ourselves

though soon they will be no more

my fingers will be no more

your face

everything we identify ourselves as

gone, forever

but do we stay…

what is left

what stays around

is it me?

what is me

or is it us…

is it everything

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