Starting all over
from the atoms of ashes.
Glimpse of destruction,
physically pulverized,
mentally wiped out,
spirit’s been exorcized.
Somehow we still find
ourselves alive;
maybe it’s time.
Death is just
an imaginary door,
no key to find,
no code to know.
We are the ones
whose minds are closed.
Each moment is
a new horizon,
stretching out forever.
I feel the little
parts of me
coming back together
from that last journey
into precious nowhere.
This world destroys me
at its will,
almost for its amusement.
I am reborn,
I rebuild,
then I set out to find you.
We are all
on borrowed time,
but we will never
see the line.
Our eyes behold
the universe,
but we are blind.
Only perceiving
what’s in this moment
and forgetting
that we
were all ashes once.
HG – 2021
