All these golden bars buried

All these golden bars buried

Beneath plastic flowers

In a finite field for

An infinite of hours

The sound of the highway

Finds no audience here

The stones slabbing spirits

Marking the disappear

Moments pulled like phyllo

Moments pulled like phyllo

For full transparency 

Seeing the circumstance

I knew inherently 

Pulling further until

The holes begin to form

And with perfect vision

I see the misinform

Ancient religions ring

Ancient religions ring

Their God never responds

Painted ceilings of saints

Other silent beyonds

With dim candles burning

Failing to blaze a trail

Too many prayers left

At the kneeler and rail

Certainty unbalanced

Certainty unbalanced

The pedestal rocking

Rotation is spiral

Tall strangers are knocking

Predictable todays

Can have surprise outcomes

Fractions of fruitions

Hardly ever lump sums

Taking X to cradle

Taking X to cradle

Unknowns can fall apart

But if they don’t, I’ll sing

A lullaby of heart

Someday they may find prism

And what we know of light

Will Roy G. Biv, or else

Will rock all day and night

Gigantic obstacle

Gigantic obstacle

I burrowed underground

Turning inside out and

Emerging newly found

Beyond these decades wall

With my third set of teeth

A wiser survivor

No need to dig beneath

In these my last chapters

In these my last chapters

What is written is wrote

No need for editing

What was said is in quote

Regrets and loveliness 

Things I would change and not

Growth and understanding

Have led me to this spot