he invented a face.
he lived, died, and was resurrected
now has the wrinkles from that face.
his wrinkles have no face.
individual perceptions cease when sensation ends but the matter of our bodies continues its ever-changing existence. at the core of every parcel of matter is a dormant consciousness that evolves toward awareness with the proper impetus.
me in my decomposed state will integrate itself deep into soil and wet earth, will help a blade of grass shoot up towards light or embrace some subterranean entity, and the snow will accumulate in soft, gentle layers upon my ground.
this happens daily,
this happens over millennia.
the cycle of your presence then absence inhibits my
ability to discern the sublunary [skin - bone - rock] from
the immortal [ ]