~Anna

From where the circle forms
the mouth is agape
with Om

We bring nothing
to this theater
but a unique configuration
of molecules and atoms
vibrating
depths of perception
glossaries of ambivalence
on the bare backs of denial,
rushing head first into
aliveness
and feet first
into our graves

dust to dust
ashes to ashes

we leave all that green
behind
along with a holographic photograph
of what came to

Be

...etching
along neural
pathways,

reaching the moon,
lost in a sea of faces...

...seeding empty stars with ecstasy.