To push forward is the first and the last
Redolent resplendent reach
Of this reality-laced drivel.
The perishing period
Intersecting curiosity and discovery.
Maybe the roads reach an end together?
Without division or shoulder to curb?
Morning routes follow evening trails,
I’ll search every path and find that place
The universe is too small to stop me now.
Hobbling, blinding, drowning – the shapes
Of sorrow are as rain to the Umbrella.
How can happening upon each other
Be blithe coincidence?
When the time for parting draws near
I will not claim destiny as providence
Or curse the shed of mortal rinds.
Life will go on to the limit
Of strength.
I know that is where I will find you.