Future ahead is spread out like a giant misty sheet.
The parted Past is of us a part; Future, still transcendent.
Invisible Future yanks us out of Past’s grave-like sleep;
It pulls us to its infinite bosom of possibilities deep.
Death is a terror to those who have failed to be transcendent.
The flesh cleaves to the dust to return to the dust;
The spirit reaches upward to the starry sky:
Ego shall fade, so shall every pulsation of lust;
But, the wise shall shine like the stars of the sky.
© Domenic Marbaniang, 2012