In life held abstraction
Be corporeal existence,
Of evolutionary progress
In our accomplishments
Losing to physical presence,
When point volte-face
Be the visual circumstance,
Finds coalescence cast
In gradual fade advance,
Of body’s transient existence!
Poetry on a Canapé 
“Of body’s transient existence” – this unreal reality is so hard to grasp. Thank you for this thoughtful poem once again.
You’re right Paulette, about hard to grasp the unreal aspect of reality, at least of our life and its transient existence as humans. For in the overall scheme of things we humans are like a summer moth who will not see another day.
This early morning I was informed by phone, that a very long time friend of mine (from our early twenties) had died last night. That sure has one thinking of transient existence. As a result of this phone call, this little poem ‘Losing’ I had played with for a couple of days, came to an easy sudden finish. It was as if my old and gone friend was writing the words for me.
Thank you, Paulette for your appreciation. Jean-Jacques