Before we were born
We did not mind not being alive
Why should we fear not being alive
After we are gone and have become
Unconscious Forever: No Conscience Evermore
Forever Evermore, as we become:
Unborn all over again
Some wonder: How does one know?
Maybe we just forget
As Earth's turgid subduction
Slowly churns us into being and back
And
Some say it's all transcendental:
Its presence is everywhere
I think I prefer my endless sleep
To more flowers of further conceit.