You come in...
With a slap...
On your bare-bum...
You leave...
With a Exocet missile...
Bare-arsed...
A projectile...
Splatted upon the screen...
Of life bubbles....
Nothing is yours...
All is borrowed to you...
For the time...
Allocated to you...
Upon this dynamic place...
Your body is returned...
To our Earth Mother...
Be it ashes to ashes...
Or pushing up the lilies...
Your name is confined to history...
Becoming someones ancestor...
Nothing is left...
But a vacant space...
Of living energies...
Transformed into another form of energy...
Energized...
Powered particles released...
Into the fabric of a dynamic universe...
No need...
To be feed or nourished...
No need...
To breath in or out...
No need...
For Shelter or dwellings...
No need...
To to be loved or cherished...
No need...
For Synaptic functions...
No need...
For personality of self...
No need...
For life experiences...
No need...
To be right or wrong...
No need...
For powerful emotions...
No need...
Of bodily pain...
No need...
To be young or old...
No need...
To be needed...
As you will become...
Everything that has ever been...
Or will become...
From nothing did you come...
To nothing do you return...
Surreal...
Or ...
Holographic projections...
Of something already dead...
Don't judge my life...
As a place...
But by the hands...
Of the invisible player...
Within the fabric...
Of a multi-spectrum universe...
