What if all was made,
The swift breeze,
The crystals, azurite and jade,
The little mouse’s little sneeze,
In an instant,
Just this moment?
You were never a crying infant,
Never a tender child,
But just now, fair and mild,
You appeared, with memories
Made and sheared, to match
Our friends,
And to tread
Onward without a clue
Where it ends.
If we were never born,
Came out of the blue,
Will we really ever be dead?