the distance as I escape from life
where air ceases to exist
wave to the blue landscape
to grasp the last snapshot
of what familiar living remains
sailing to the foreign abyss
where only few have witnessed
the hand of miracle to pass the starry sky
and now among the space
mute and boundless
only to give in to the power of its magnitude
pulling me into its design
as the universe unfolds and holds my hand
I am the missing part
mending its broken chain
to be returned home
in the wake of the passing
we are one, part of the same epic voice

© jacob greb — 19.0310