Quietude

Quietude

I knew, of course,
that all things with form
must perish.

Somewhere, I believed
that things without form
were eternal.

But

in truth,
in a corner of my heart,
I knew that was a lie.

I had only
looked away.

When formless things perish,
they are distilled in sunlight
and eventually sink to the ocean floor.

Then
they lie quietly,
watching the wavering light
forever.

Until the day
when all brain cells die.