Somewhere
in the sky...

.
none of these life choices...

...

in the finality of this hour
as all of this shall disappear...

Entering through resplendent gates,
to where countless dead seek final rest...

turn your gaze to power
of life and death...

crocus buds burst forth
peep and poke through dunes of white...

.
flame...

wreathe of words sprout upon doorstep bed
beneath a far-looking moon, whisper to ear...

ever-present trolling social media
ever pressing searing avatar...

Farther onward, always skyward;
high above, hurtling ever hard...

as soon as it's spoken
as soon as it's heard...