let no one stand at my grave
to talk to the dust of my bones
this body is but a vessel
destination? the twilight zone
or a parallel dimension
or another incarnation
someday quantum numbers of dead things
will be crushed into one simple equation
if it can be dreamed, imagined, or discovered
drawn in prehistoric caves
it has an explanation lost in the chasms
reft by ancient tidal waves
if through thought and theory
belief springs clear of doubt
then i will explain this better
as it is i can not figure out
just the right length and the angle
the density and mass
of that cold comet's oval orbit
it leaves sparks wherever it may pass
it may be closer the next time
it revolves around its pivot
there is still time to watch the skies
and to love this life as we live it
we sail this omnipotent continuum
a river that flows from the past
mapped out in the 12 houses of heaven
where astral patterns are cast