Final Frontier

The final frontier is the love of self
as somebody who is nothing at all,
momentary glint of the dust of earth
awake and lost in only this twinkling

what, then, of mind and heart, lust and longing
the capitulation that is love’s depth
that makes mortality palatable,
even sometimes sweeter than bees’ honey?

song is the most teasing acknowledgement...
of inside and outside necessity,
troubadour scuffing dust of his own feat
as his toes go the way of wondering

song is next of kin of nothing that moves
in the spell that binds me to what I am