Knowing Forever

I feel it. The strength of unending days.

The ebb between estatic neurons. The breath escaping the plains of my lips. The wanton billow of my exhales. 

I see it. The scars of everlasting days. 

The flicker of once youthful souls balancing on a precipice. Leathered fingers that write death's wisdom. The smell of dirt on wooden boxes. 

Forever will I know Forever.