Empiricism won't be 

serving up the empyrean.

 

The riverbed sighs, 

burdened with the sediment

of eternity.

 

But standing by the bank, 

Heraclitus winks, knowing

that life will serve up 

the requisite punchline

at an inconvenient time

of its choosing. 

 

And, perhaps, a diadem

by Daedalus bequeathed

if his labyrinth

you traverse, soul

unscathed, undeterred:

your calling card 

for the abode

up above, girdled 

only by the stars...