Holy is the faulty flesh
of friends failing and falling
to the final ravages of decay.

It’s the sweet sensation
of a warm beverage;
Caffeine to enliven me,
tired to waking in degrees.
Till, I am super alert,
but later succumb to sleep.

It’s a mind explosion,
a space explorer
or interior traveler
of the unconscious,
deep unraveler
of hidden truths
that are buried
within me and you.

Holy is the unfulfilled desire
driving us towards a goal
we may never achieve,
a dream we may never
live to see become a loving reality.

Holy is the undiscovered country,
one that does not wait at the end of life
but beckons us forth from the caverns
of our mind to unlock our own inner divine.