The chrring of a bird may be significant
or the bing-bang of a bell as it tolls away
the case for the litigants of this life who've
lived so long already. This casement
for those who've thrown open the doors
of embarrassment to the tabernacle of the self
to nothing. No avail. No particulate gas
rising from a solid body of us in this world.
No magical self composed of light only.
No magical smoke of drug-weilding delight.
No ice cream, no raw almonds, no fight left.
