Today I did not want to go
Into the fire that burns below
But here I am yet once again
To toil in endless mockery
In face of gods I’ve yet to see
I’ve yet to see but here they are
In you in him in those afar
To tell me where I should go next
To point me to an ancient text
That beckons to another place
I cannot see and will not waste
My time to find what is not there
For all I ever want is here
In you in me in those afar
The present gift is living art.