His ashes are in the ground
in the dark
with the dust
my cells are in the sun
in the heat
with the air
Little jerk in me feels superior about this matter
living longer than others
Little jerk knows nothing about Tao's
evolutionary clock
clicking out eternities
and pretending years, months, minutes matter.
Tao cares nothing for hours
only the tiny little second counts
For in the rapid second
comes the terror
the love and
the knowledge