Sublimation

I have recently been thinking a lot about beings, entities, minds, minds or souls, if you will.
I have come to no conclusion.
"I think, therefore I am".
Have I passed on?
My memories are my past,
My thoughts are my present,
Yet my being is infinite.

I am shadowed by the clouds covering the free sky.

My stories are hollow and my dreams are howling.
They are praying to the sun, and to the moon.
I am a dead man.
But we forget.
Distorted reality with the fog of faith.
The black, the white and the gray.

Withering flesh and dying flowers.
Ink will fade, and stars will fall.
The sun will freeze to death in the darkness of it all.
The humble ambiance of the universe.

The inevitable sublimation of the mass.