You Are the Vain

The life that felt the death in that moment, squaring to each others eyes, and comfort, perhaps of the touch, distracts, alleviates, and then in remembrance, there are smiles that weren't really smiles, and differences that weren't really differences, and kisses that weren't really kisses, in the moment of life, that wasn't really life, and touch, and its memory, sometimes empty and sometimes lingering to the point of, something to thrill to, and the day looks on, it does not opine, it just stands there and looks on in its nakedness. not to be forsaken or ignored, and within the moment, lies the mystery, the place to pursue, to venture to, to seek to be at one with, a place indeed to gain affection from, and then you turn in a moment, only to find that the affection that you sought in a certain direction, has been delivered to you, from a completely different place, it is life, and it is bigger than you could ever think that you are. Life is the power, and you are the vain.