Spirit Self

What is this solitude death?
a monument to forever, in a perpetual cycle of bliss..
a destiny, a choice, a gateway, a sentence,
an extension of our spiritual presence, that reunite all who come.
Living with humility, a budding flower, naïve and pure.
wretched not in anger nor misery bare, but standing tall in a field of flesh.
as a testament of mortal connections,
baked with imperfection and crusted in self doubt.
I am done,
when all have wept and scorned,
when death gives birth to life. a baton taps attention to our magnificence,
our Opus,
I embrace earth and humanity, and am exposed in truth,
For in me, all things are possible.