I have never been fully visible.
Perhaps in some angle of view my soul
is outlined by the light imparted
at my creation. But that has faded,
my illumination has faded, even the stars
that made my nativity visible have faded,
as new stars, more aggressive, more endowed
with brilliance have eclipsed them,
extinguished their planets and moons,
and left a desolation in the sky
my feeble human light cannot penetrate.
So I am slowly becoming fully invisible,
but not transformed into Spirit…
So I will be a lesser being at my death
than at my birth. I am one whose name
us writ in soul-dust, or even worse
in flesh-dust. Oh, where in the chambers of
Space, on the shelves of Time, in the swirl of
dark matter into dark energy, will we be rescued
and truly seen by the spirits that abide?
My Name
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