Stare at Death.

Go ahead.

Face it. Look

deep and watch

the reflection

and the sand.

See how they

flow together

in a heap

all by themselves

ever downward,

dissipating and


Unless and this

is all in all,

you reach out

and turn it

over, the whole

device and all

its contents.

As and in so

far as life

remains within you,

that elegant

fluidity both

liquid and solid

and spirit you

take hold and

resurrect the

finite portion

you are given

over and over

not in futility

but triumph,

not in resignation

but revolution

as the earth

revolves around

the sun and

the sun burns

out and you

become the star.