When I Pass

when i pass i will linger on in a few memories a few nanoseconds in man's history place no stone above me with some name easily forgotten never bury me in the earth in some hollowed-out cavity waiting for some delusional day when cemeteries reach some prophecy looking like a Wack-A-Mole celebration cremate me and scatter the ashes in some pleasant meadow where i may luxuriate in bathing in the Bose-Einstein condensation as the sun rises with the solar wind perchance an ash lights upon a blossom a bee gathers pollen i cling to its toil and escape in flight hither and dither on the hives path let me spend a full moon in silvery shadows that dance amidst the mockingbirds' song of the night or rejoice in a tempest roaring as the trees dance in God's metronome His power dancing across the sky in a glorious burst of light please a meadow of promised halcyon days where the mortal is scattered in gratitude of what was so miraculous to touch, to see, to taste, to smell blessed with the senses yet the grandest of them all for i was given an entitlement graced with the gift to love in that first breath was my eternity when the sun runs dry and expands all have perished at Jupiter's gates let my mortal existence return from which it sprang the fruition of that breath is home where space and time harbor no path where it was commanded let there be light OKC 9/22