i have seen whispered words of wisdom
flow from the streams of children
television sets turned off and replaced with clarity of vision
i have heard stories of changing gods
and shape-shifters who declare their own immortal glory
i have born the suffering of life and mourning
swords held high against the storms of apathy
juices flowing as we go forward into allegories
as if our true selves were a collections of cells
that held firm against the firmament of stars
until borrowed time was no longer affordable
so now we sell stocks in eternity’s basement