tilted earth
To  the beyond we go, leaving a better place
To the ages we belong...All things past and evermore
I, like you was there but a moment...
We may have missed  but not by much.  
Of tragedy and triumph, a story well played
Never was
one, meaning nothing at all
There were no squandered lives...
Nothing so barbaric, not overcome
How we became we will never know...
Rarest of the rare…lost in the dust
Of possibilities and probabilities
There were no chance encounters
We are the angels
on the head of a pin
To break the tedium of life in the spirit
living well with dignity and grace
In this vast and violent universe
we neither knew a better place...
The search for meaning
Requires no travel...
pens earth