Since the end of beginning
to the tomorrow of yesterday
evolve your intellect to see what is heard
and know what is inevitable
that fatality may escape your grasp.

Because immortality is the alchemist’s
and immorality does spring eternal
in questioning minds
that eat the apple
without a backward glance,
for lead does not true gold make

Those that are undying
are the three of a kind labeled
in the book of words
that no longer exist,
but are everlasting in their so called falsity

So pursue the course not true
to a warped infinity.
Let no such certainty
disturb you
in the passive unending
that is the one and only
slumber.