Being cosmic
Somber music playing
If you write a check
It will not guarantee
A rite of passage
A prettier funeral
Nor that anyone
Will attend
Light looks where
Transition follows
Will we need both hands
To return the sheaves
At the end of the day
Or do we reap the sentient perspective
After we crown the mission
I’m reading your reflection
In my ascent
Maybe after I rise
Past the trees
You will meet me like a single crow
At the top of one of these
Branches between the leaves
I have only twenty
Ways to get there
And one way to
Reach your heart
If you would be so kind
As to open your eyes
Savor the highlights
I have written the antidote
On the inside of
Your left hand
© GÄ
Poétique 