As time moves irretrievably further
into the past
the thought halfheartedly occurs
that this is all for nought
that surely we
do not survive even the barrier
between dream and waking how
then can it be
that death shall have no dominion
are not these stones in our path
for tripping over—No
when you wake from this long slumber
you will be as you ever were written
on the fabric
of every moment you pass through
even if we do not remember and no
one will remember
you are not going to beyond
but belong
and in belonging find a home
like this one here
Joshua Keiter 