you are getting better at this:
moving these murmurs through time;
listening beyond the trickle of life-blood
to the more ever-lasting.
how else do you manage the fear?
it is going to end someday, this leg
of the path, these moments you have known,
these glorious-rugged breaths;
the clock coming to a slow stop
inside this gentle chest.
for a brief blink, you will take it all with you;
then you will begin the next forgetting:
the forging that allows you to keep existing
until you come face-to-face with the god-frame
from which you were sprung.