when I die
toss dead flowers
blissful laughter
across my grave
plant hard nuts
leaven encircling
my hard head
plant heavenly summer
fruit trees
add relevant winter
a pear tree
one sacred splinter
near my
resolute feet
that way
no matter
how I lie
debating whether
I be two
or six feet under
no matter
how haunted
my grave is
I'll be solitary
undaunting
creative thunder
voluntarily cumulative
absolved by cool
penultimate earth
imagine lush
resolve summer
into brilliant fall
somewhere beneath
falling stars
adoring grace
resolutely envision
dark winter
into enlightened
furious spring
along with everything
that dark night
both you and me
our very souls
growing light
know one thing
what cosmic truth
emergent universe
is truly worth
duly behold
unfolding death
resolving absolution
into birth
curious revolving
every neon soul
now I am
relevantly moored
finally resting
in this comforting
relegated cave
all on my own
here I meditate
relate to dying
existence elevated
be more inclined
in this receptive stage
to exceptional trying
conceptive compliance
silently echoing
supreme belief
as newly inceptive
uncaged spirit soars
scattering light
above me
visualize relief
below me
my collective grave
where new born
generates into
something more
energized creation
one day sighing
truly reborn
undying elation
joyfully crying
finding filaments
of divine visibility
crossing cosmic
righteous space
revealing light
where creative
proves insightful
forever delightful
where gravity
cleverly converges
left and right
maternally guided
meeting truthfully
eternally emergent
beyond all this living
through all this dying
my eyes are burning
my soul is quivering
what divinity saved
picking up dead flowers
embracing reliant prayers
scattered gracefully
across my raging
silent grave

         * * *