Though It Is This Poem by Vision Ghost

It’s quite staggering
As years fly by rendering

I won’t survive mortality
Will not witness life’s great continuity

Will go to an eventual grave
In ash or in wholeness to save

My children will remain to breathe
As I lay in an unfelt reprieve

Only then, only then am I immortal
In images, in memory, what’s left of the umbilical

I will then not see this, I will then not know this
Though it is this, very much this, that holds to me, life’s great emphasis