Afterlife

But do you even live?
Breath of the sages
But do you breathe?

Where are the prophets?
Have they been silenced?
Have they left us now?

Where is the rose that gives life
To spring......

Where are the lips......
Supple for love???

WE have forgotten everything
WE have forgotten everything

Our ancestors are weary
They weep rivers

The ancients are weary
They gather here
Around our shambled selves
They gather here
NOW

Our ancestors are weary
They weep rivers
They bleed our blood
They bleed our blood

 I breathe the breath of sages
Desert fables
Are proved consecrated

I am you
Who are YOU
Who am I

Exploded stars, too, seek reverence
In knowledge of SELF.