Pallbearer For a Poet

we're honored to carry you home in a simple pine chrysalis engraved with your verse... behind the procession lie the whorls of living pastels of decay... from all the chaos the soul will ascend beyond the cloud kissed steps beautiful and delicate dear friend are all the answers .. now within your grasp the breath of god-the heart of infinity pulsating purity from which all angels cascade to glades of clover and mint high in a hushed lavender mist... no stresses of the flesh nor erections of the mind the black echo of doubt cannot fiord that forever nest of time- we're born foolish aren't we and die with a few verses of veneer panning for the shine of living vomiting the remanence of life like owl pellets