AT THE GATE

At the gate
 .3.11.2022

A fleeting detachment of mine is this
from the agitated running of my arteries
to fly to the void of the nothing
that awaits my arrival.
 
I want to anticipate the dawn
when I undertake the announced trip
and unpack my disordered nakedness
before the guard at the gate.
 
It is necessary to anticipate the arrival
and the tribute due to the owner of the great abode
-little will be to cover the centuries of stay
enjoying the infinite world of true life.
 
Ambitions are mundane, the earthly fiefdoms,
they remain behind...that there in heaven,
the ethereal live of the star is prime
in abysmal blues without any interest
other than the divine will.