The stars – do warn the stars for me
like me in dusty destiny
similar to the tree its fate is ash
tell him about my return to them
we will meet the prime creator
who separates the elements into flour
rock to dust water to steam
summit dome of the after and the before
full weight in gentle drift
I come from there and as smoke I return
let the sharing of knowledge together be served
let the spreading of good be served
pass through congested traffic in tears of woe
so the blood flows in the veins.