we are lonesome
but never alone
a tragic laugh
for us,
as we are
all involved.

their hands hold many voices
through that cultivated labor that is their love.


in harmony with silence and sound.
a council of family amend the enivitable loss in, and of, reality.
an astral scale,
a platinum hourglass,
dancing at its funeral.

their beloved lineages of those chosen for them,
and for those whom they chose.
time really is of no essense in our shared eternity.
and we the leaders bestown
from those gifts of above.

tender kisses and touch prickle the skin.
some memories past:
a special treat. pure sweetness; taste gracious even in defeat.
bubble gum wrapped in black peppered licorice.


blessed with courage
they wait.
eternal patience.
unstoppable greatness.
in hopeful good.
as in their faith reveals,
the child of chance
in us all.