In the space of vacuum,
the vacated throne of what is and
what can be
there is you
and there is me.
Together we are.
We make.
We believe.
We smoke and we drink and
we get wet in being.
And I believe that is all there is
to it. You are free
to argue and
I will rejoin, but
the beauty of us
is in the morning
because, though we both do dream,
we both do wake
into a universe not of our design and
where the night falls
we will rise
until our engines cease
and our bodies are given over
to the timelessness of earth and trees.
Bury me in California,
would you?
I've always wanted to see the Pacific.
