Who? Poem by Xavier Thomas

Old or young?
I am not, I am not I say
I'm just vapor that has passed this way and away
Sit O man and consider the breath of your days with vigor
Seek them out in their expanse and consider
Did you love every litter?
Were you ever bitter?
Sinner, did you repent?
Singer, was your heart lent to praise?
Rent in twain or whole was your heart?
Consider this, was your breath in expanse or a simmer?
Single and mature widower hell bent on the vines of his Highness, dine on this dust I have for you
Girls and boys, men and women, the lot of them nonexistent
Repent you vile beings of your sin
Kindred hearts and minds of bodily being
Physicality and movement of function
Hindrances to spiritual splendor
Know this, I am that I am means that God is all there is.