Last meal. Consciousness spoken.
Where will you take me at sunset?
Where will find me at dawn?
Mortals. One of many. Many of one.
Work till death. Exodus missed.
They say death - grown out, I say.
Burly through the Bird, woman, Spirit.
One of none. None of any. Supreme.
I saw her. Vegas girl. Night in, night out.
Mother of Supreme – her shoulder tattoo said so.
Husband? Free as a bird. Unknown, rather.
One and only. Life-giver. The only one…
Grown out, I cried to. Silence in return.
Heard, unspoken to, disregarded?
Mass of existence. The end feast.
Self of bird, self of male, self of her, self of?
Sunrise, sunfall, sunstay --- want to know?
What will find you past life?
Must know? Now? Never?
One for all? All to one?