Oh, to be an OSSA VIVI

As I lay contemplating
My Inevitable Demise,
I Awake from Mourning
The notion of My Unavailable Immortality.
Devastated, I take a drink from the Wind,
Cold, passing by,
And Look up to the Stars,
Of a gorgeous Full Moon Sky.
A Silver Sliver of Space...
A Golden Trim of Time...
What's more is less
And what's less' a bore,
But's all Profound and Divine.
Here I come:
I Enter Light.
I Shed the Dark
And Cross the Line.
I Breathe and Weep,
Though not quite Alive,
For I forge no Memory;
I live merely to Survive.
But what Great Thoughts
Doth possess me:
One Plus One is Two,
Red, Yellow, Blue, Green.
Oh, to be an OSSA VIVI,
Foolish on a hunt,
For Something Great,
And this I'm sure,
But what it is
I Know not what.
But Something Fine
I'm sure to find
If I hold out Hope for Luck.
With a Stroke of Grace
And a Bit of Blood,
I'll craft my Bit of Muck,
And claw so tight that
My Fear of Fright
Bests my Wit and Love.
I'll spend my Days tucked away,
Reading, Dreaming, and Toiling,
Looking for Power in Knowledge,
Hour after Hour after Hour.
With no Hope to find,
I begin to unwind,
But my Kin call the Reaper
Much nearer.
With my Sights set on Death,
I clasp tightly my Life,
And let it swoop by,
As I Dream up a Lie:
Wishing, Hoping, Praying,
That I'll Enjoy my Afterlife,
And that such a thing Exists,
Despite me being my very worst critic,
As a natural skeptic,
But a Lover of cryptic
Messages relayed
Across Millenia,
But it's finders keepers
And Bad Blood of Enemies
Making People Jaded
As an Ancient Wisdom faded.
But what's Memorable is Me,
And what's Memorable is You,
So again I Think,
Which is a daring thing, I Think,
I am an OSSA VIVI,
This I know is True.
Yes, I am an OSSA VIVI,
And You can be One, too.