Even Now, I Never

even as I sit here, few of my atoms remain together

even now the tiny spark is gone, never noticed, in this vast fire

even as I start to speak, long ago my voice stopped even fading away

even now my life compresses infinitely, off into the past

even as I forget the bygone, the hand that writes erases

even now at this pace very little can remain

even as I am born here, I lay dying, just over there

even now this briefest interval has no size at all

even as I am formed from egg and sperm, I am already what I was before

even now my grave was on a planet whose history is forever lost

even as I leave here, all I knew I leave behind there

even now our voices are as some background chorus of insects

even as this is forgotten, surely it need never have existed

even now the emptiness answers only with our echoes

even as I am a descendant, all lines end in single points

even now we only follow short tangents to the infinite circle

even as I lose my bearings, I do not ever lose my place

even now I face the inscrutable future exactly as I did the unknown past

even as I see the light, it matters not if I see at all

even now my understanding is no longer part of any mind

even as I await my re-entry into the void, was I ever really here?

even now these words I write have completely disappeared

even as if I never existed, I sum to just as much

even now the things I see are dreams that disappear within me

even as I came to from nowhere, there I shall return

even now the interval I call myself vibrates briefly then fades away

even as we journey, we remain as close to the beginning as to the end

even now, through my joy and sadness, the darkness is unchanging

even as I try to pause and contemplate, it does not effect my pace

even now we are not forgotten but merely nothing to remember

even as our sun grows cold and dark, its light is new in other galaxies

even now the center is always everywhere, all at once

even as I found the truth, I simply need not have even looked

even now our suffering has all the meaning of the wind

even as our collective wisdom grows, it is gone without a trace

even now the gods we invented influence no more actions

even as we measure time, all the clocks have long since disappeared

even now it is far too late to change the words that have all gone away