(the things constant) a long goodbye 8

It must be primordial knowledge of this 
Temporal state of being in body, this
Limited form, blood and flesh mere
Vessel of what we truly are--and what are we
(If what is such a definitive, limiting thing)?

Do we hunger, search for constant
Knowing we are fleeting mist?

I tell you I find comfort in the familiar.
Not one who easily warms to change, no matter
All these awareness of primordial states
And all the assurances of all being well

If not now, not yet, 
Later will.

The universe cannot be not good.
For all these wonders to exist. Tangible and
Not. Such as this bridge we cross, vague,
To meet you and I nearly formless in space
Years now, and I hope, years more.