Awareness of finality of each moment
and fully functional life are not lining up for me
I need to redefine the relationship with death
if I am to meet my end
on a day like this
quietly
when shift just happens
and my sense of danger is not truly awakened
if I am to move beyond the material form of abstract me
become a wave
to calm my storms and raging self-awareness
or maybe
Elohim
come as you are
I am an old soul
a veteran of life and its loss
guide me to Elysium
let me crave the sounds
of trumpets and horses
let me watch the harvest
and touch the fire of judgment