My grand
poetic project
is completed..
so what now?
And what on Earth
comes after then?

And do
the credits roll at last?
And do we finally
observe the bloopers
and the outtakes
from our cozy warmth
of windy hell?

I know that heaven
is off limits
for the likes of me.
But do you
find me saddened
on account of that?
Know that I’m not.
I’m crying tears
of being still,
alive, and free.
My witness is
my testimony is
my gospel fact.
My God.

Not tears of grief
is what you find
me crying
over coming
of The End..
but tears of joy
over it happening
at all.. exactly as
it did this time
around.

For, just the same, it shall
continue happening
in every future lifetime..
and each time
and every life
again.