swept away

the portion of clay
we receive for having come to this place
the writ of ownership, forged on flash paper
the family members who are failing
the core of the incomparable Self we must ferret out
the questions we ask, the answers we evade
that something that nothing can erase
the friends we make in dreams
we tell them we will meet again
a promise we do not know how to keep
we are swept away in eddies of creation
here, now, nowhere
the fact of our very existence has no place
to lay its head