last rites

the moment
of his passing
has passed
on

he is not
gone from
me

i am his
friend & this is
unalterable in all
future history

our minds
intertwined in
a million
conversations

i spoke of grace &
nobility––
he insisted on
beauty

now beauty
is resonant
in my
bones

when at the last
our hands first
touched
my hand warmed his––
then his soul rallied
& he banished
the cold from
my heart

he lived his life to become
enlightened
& on his out-bound leap
he reached
nirvana

we are characters
in the language
of a cosmos
that seeks to
know
itself

we are as
intangible as
indestructible as
invisible as
consciousness

he fills me now
the way his spirit
fills all
space

what will we
always
be
but the consecrated
brothers
we forever
are?