I will get out of here alive

Though appearances seem otherwise

And Myth(s) sell damaged goods

Of little Gods with small minds

And nothing interesting to do

I imagine living in all the metaphysics

I didn’t have enough time for

Wrapped in gasms of fruition

 

Your love (for me) follows me there

Because there is a better place for it

There two

Than here

Here is what we made of it and there

Will be that too

Our tool kit transports well into no-thing-ness

We have always been new with each other

 

Knowledge of self gives us grace enough; there’s

That word again “enough” we’ve always had it

And never seemed to know

The more of it we give away

The less of it we need

I’m clear eyed about what’s happening

The two of us are enough

We can know that without fear

 

Try to remember you’re still who you were

Otherwise you couldn’t be who you are

Together and apart we’ve made our way

That’s how we continue into the recent future

Our journey together is a document

Hidden in plain sight and singing in the desert

Say whatever you want to me

I’ll listen as much as I can