Reborn into the Now

Memory is a time that passes:

As winter we know no

Summer chill.

We swirl and find

No depth,

No pain at the end of

A word.

To live is - intuitive.

Did you know your dining table

Is most brilliant in sunlight?

Gods and demons - circling.

Vultures to our fate.

Always in the sky, but none,

Not one willing

To taste us.