what then are we,
but clotted energy
which, slowed by time and space
was turned to mass
and which in turn, returns to
where it came from
when atoms all reshape
as life-forms fade

how much are we to know
of what wex92re made of
how much of why we die
or why wex92re born
when all we know for sure
is that our feelings
are all we know for now
for all we know

every thought
involves a future moment
or moments that,
long gone, are yet forlorn
and only what we feel
involves the present
and present things
are all we know for real

that much I know of truth,
known to all beings;
how much we are the core,
the light that loves
and never fades and always
gives us feeling
for as long as we shall live,
and then some more