The readiness feeling. The wonderful all-sensoriness. A new person. Their hair, their chest, its colors. I see them all in basis, their bright waistfuls. Nothing held back, all the forbidden material unfurled. Escape options exhausted, consummation in the chamber of the banished gods; feel life's new rhythm
The great big wide horizon, unbroken. Our friends nearby. I know as well as they we're not around anymore. A strong man to make a final push. Heads upward waiting for offerings. That new path upon His shoulders. Can it all turn back, we look ashore, a heavy wave just past, big blue lurking and leaning
