Holding on to sweet life's breath,

images move swiftly past, as in a dream...

moments are uncrystallized, then vanish;

one after the other, unconsciously... we meld 

them together, to create a story, to invent

a continuum, to construct reason and purpose 

in chaos and change. What are we? What is this 

Illusory being? We hope for the eternal, we grope

for control, we covet possessions, in a universe 

that is nothing but change.