Was I a falling leaf in autumnal cold,
just as I was several leaves wispily falling
into the earth’s fold? Did I turn over so often
in the wind, and die, just to see you smile…
Just to have the picture of your face, your
soul, frozen in my dead eye! I think, even if
we are distanced this time round, we can come
back again; for, for us, the universe’s mile is
just a short while! And I am inebriated by
an ambrosia so divine that it strengthens my resolve!
I am no sot to fall among the stars and take the
stage and curtains of the universe down the
street of ignominy with me. You know my lives and deaths
are impervious in my love for you. The scarabs of
time crawl all over our tracks, but they can never
catch up with us! For we are made of eternal ether!
I find our conjugation with substance is like the flesh
of a word written down on paper, while the idea of our
soul lives in immemorial, woven through the continuity
of interspersed wormholes through eternal space, like
the arteries, veins, nerves and mind of a humongous primordial
creature! May they think we are as supine as a conquered plainsfolk!
May they believe we are as dormant as an unstirring volcano!
We only know our spirits are as high as the upper reaches of the
highest mountains, in our patience…patience…patience! That our
sublimeness…sublimeness…sublimeness resonates our evocation,
like perpetual symphony in an infinite whispering gallery!
