energy transmutes
at death
love transcends
>pOOf<
as soft as blown dandelion fuzz,
this love let go
disperses potent motes in final breath
ranging outward–
inches
miles
light years far,
a rippling continuum
in matter of light spectrum
we feel
but cannot see,
everything before red, and all that follows violet
this loop of rainbow beyond horizon
awakens senses
we cannot know.
traveling quantum-entanglement quick,
the specks infuse the atmosphere
with all that’s gentle and good
in that person
pervading
the hearts yet beating,
the hearts left behind
the hearts aching with loss–
and seeds them with nascent
blooms. . .
in time these weary sentinels
grow fuller
lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub
lush with
feeling
that must be tended,
spangled in
brilliance
that neither toils nor spins,
and the heart
departed
lives on
. . .
–enduring beyond all memory, too.
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