I too will die.
Sinuous cracks,
creeping into my heart;
shimmering panic.
Will it dissipate,
an illusion?

Am I the animal, man,
destined to strive,
for a time,
slave to passions
determined eons ago?

Or has something new
been tossed up
upon this shore of heaven?
Can I look up from earth
and see myself,
a reflection of a reflection
proceeding into infinity?

That which I am
when I am human,
ideal, eternal
survives.

Women, men,
all are aspects
of the one person,
the only person
the eternally human