When a vulture drifts overhead
Though every tree unveils a memory:
How the birds finally got to all the cherries
This summer, without foil tacked on every branch
And how the chicken wire on the jacuzzi
Was removed when the cat preceded you in death,
How all the pets that once fit this backyard
Like statuary are buried somewhere here.
A lot of stuff got through on my watch
When I was looking the other way,
To cling like barnacles now
As what's not coming back,
In jagged shells while life has moved
To feed on greener shores
As I would play in the pure water of the stars
On Mintaka, becoming Octopus or Dolphin
Like we wear here a spectrum of clothes.
But I fell to Earth for the experiment
Where the desert is the most pristine in spirit
And the collective replicates through endless mirrors
So I can see in terms of another version
Of the me that inhabits every story
And can enjoy her magnificent beauty
As if it is not my own, with a full Goddess
Waiting to eclipse now in the face of the moon,
Which may not even be real.
As my memories may just be a magnification
To match my feelings, which are always of two minds,
The world outside so dry no water can ever slake it,
The inside the living skies of flowing ether where
All things correspond and find themselves
In remembrance, and respond in an instant
Because it's instantly known across the universe
Which is actually endless, for the heartbeat has no limit
And each heart has a universe to pump it
In the glug-glug toroid of letting the dead recycle
And helping the living breathe, with light a constant
And love eternal, and stars like a circuit board to plug into,
Where she has gone, under the horizon now
As Arcturus sends an urgent beam above
While armies of peace mass, codes of remembrance fall,
The crystals in the Earth ignite from within
To bathe us in the clarity of the apocalypse,
Where everything begins.
