NEW POETIC ORDER

And whenever you’re standing in a dark place

Just remember your pupils will dilate

As if it were the beginning of the universe itself

Bursting full of stars and galaxies, forever expanding,

Yearning for a wave of light to reach you,

In the wonder beyond the existence you call

“my life is a fucking mess”.

So don’t you close those eyes I tell you,

don’t you close those wonderful eyes on me,

not until you’ve watched every last moonrise and set,

In the life that has been regifted over and over from one ancestor to another and now to you.

It is not yet time to pass this life on,

Although there may be some kind of peace to know that one day every atom of your body could be one with the Universe – moving through time and space unbound by the limitations of our human forms,

It is not yet time to pass this life on,

It is not yet time.