Kit Kelen #776 -- I long to be outlived

776

I long to be outlived

this bothers God so much

steeped in what was

as I am

no one's ancestor

but breathe until I'm dust

here's how it goes, the after-all

no blowing off this world

but I should want immortal

is there some spirit still unwords me?

doubt has hope to pray for it

you're half way

and half way of that

you're the arrow

I'm the tide

risen and down

I'm the wood laid

leaf to fall

I'm the trouble with

well slept

longer in the tooth

gods' ages all as dreamt

creak in the breeze

here afloat

and fixed for an horizon

the wreckers have this planet

for parts

who is there to argue?

no lips

no someone

no name of the tree

every god's forgotten by name

word for the thing lost

categories called off

all whirled in a world

till that's done too

one day the sun shoots through

this is a far fact

as every cloud yearns

gives and gone

to reign over us, saved

and noble, gracious

it's deep in the bones

to want a world after

be sent victorious

stones on another attest

without the least inscription

my pyramid is all these years

and it too will be dust

spore of the stars

will the oneness be called?

or will we yet be spared?