It Isn't As Though I wasn't...

I maybe never was to be
was something else
not me
and the last sun set
on me

It isn't it isn't it just fucking isn't
in me to be so bad as I can think
I can die a few billionths at a time
I have already lived forever
in the tides and centrifugal forces
of Love
Pain and
hatreds in a life

Little bits of fluff
and gynen woden fend

It is only that I
One who falls slowly and quick
Some of the energy escapes
inclusive of What Matters
perhaps the future
holds and locks
keys and chains

Little bits of fluff
and gynen woden fend
It isn't as if
it were not many things
equal to the One

Empathy for the Weak
and only If
and only When
lest mordant be our end