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Passing thoughts


These humble teeth and tongue

clatter

in vain to articulate the

fascination,

inspiration,

and empowerment I derive endlessly from my own mortality,

unable to comprehend this yet personal and

ephemeral eternity.

Instead

these eyes leak

with gratitude

at the glimmer of existence,

the miracle of conciousness. 

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