How will you live, die

Now, once all the

Nonsence is said

And done, its echo

Growing dim in the clamour,

It's time, now, to ask

How you'll live, and

More important,

How you'll die.

Will you live a life of

Gentle depth becoming,

Of grown wisdam, bold

Turning toward dying

Where you'll know you're

Ready, because you are

Not for glory nor for

Wonder from those whose

Thinking matters but

Because it's the

One life left to you

This is a question

To wrap yourself around,

Slowly digest, pick over

(Wan smile in the moonlight)

Not to solve,

Not now not ever.

But let soak

Into the well

Of your being.