i am lying here

looking up at the sky

hearing the winds blow past these ears

these thick thighs

and i cannot keep my focus

as i look upward

past the atmosphere and the galaxies

i am lifting lifting lifting

away and gone

like the loss of life

and the promise of meaning

tomorrow

we always pretend that there is some reason

why we are here

between

the living and the dead

but i know now the only reason

is so that we may love the dead