departing this world
may transform us into lofty
clouds puffing across
some planetary sky
or we may become
harmonious echoes
resonating between meditating
mountains
or perhaps we will
rebound again into a fleshy earthy
epiphany
we live, for now, in a reality
which is not real––
when all we know
we do not know …
but soon …
if we have a choice
in our next destination––
if it is not all fate and forgetfulness,
then I would be blessed
to kiss, to hug, to warm you
in this or any possible universe
hereafter
far beyond
all twilight imaginings
& dreams