When did your spirit die
And leave your body to fend for itself
You knew that it would take
Neither the rush, nor the fall
From grace
It is true
You were slipping
Into some new dementia
Searching for an absolute on earth
Would not do
Now what I would not do
Is follow or weep
For you have left behind
Nothing but grief
Will you wander for eternity?
Never satisfied
Although you’ve paid the highest price