There has to be a whisper
of song in your soul
something greater (palm
leaves swaying kiss of
a sudden chilly wind
wet slap of flesh meeting flesh)
We are all more
than our obituaries (a brief pause
on our long traverse infinite)
and our regrets. We are more
than that last kiss
you wish you'd given them more
than our paychecks our alignment
our position in space.
The universe of your fingertips
your eyes is more. More
than this more
than anything can be
because it ekes from your soul
but
you can't take it with you
it belongs to us all.
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