Gravestoned

etched into the moment

no two alike 

same song is new again

cascade of unfolding

free fall land where they may 

seeds internal eternity

victory over inevitability

herding cataclysms

herding Descartes

no two philosophies alike

you don’t have to think,

and only Buddha figured it out…

there is nothing next, hence,

a red wheelbarrow

yo mamma

Still born, after all these years,

(so many lives in one life),

not dragged down like so many…

face a smiling epitaph, each line

carved into the meat and memory,

grateful to not be living dead.

We had it right for a second 

in the sixties…

that’s all we needed.