When we saw the graves
we knew ourselves ready for oblivion,
whenever soon it came.
We sat down and wrote
our goodbye,
“This”, we said, “was our favourite thing”
(amongst all that we’d experienced within life)
That experience.
The expansion in the mind
that turns the world
and we sit still in the center, still.
Enlightening what had been impossible
to say,
or think,
or not think.
A space that can be ignored, but never again inconceivable.
Mostly small.
But I have seen the world turn and crash, and it is always unfathomable and
so so
beautiful.
