Unavailable

Here upon me it will be
And I will no longer be
Available, least of all
As an unpredictable,
Breathing body with a self
To be flourished like a bat
Echolocating its prey.

Here upon you it will be
And you will no longer be
Around to witness going,
No longer reappearing
As if you were the same thing
As before you disappeared,
The same flame in the candle.