The fear of being
consumed by something big,
something fierce,
is dispensed with
in the certain knowledge
that I have flown,
that I have twisted and soared,
that I have dared and died
and emerged from all,
or almost all,
as myself,
or as some other self,
and laughed and loved
and found and shared
a bit of comfort,
and found
that I believe that there will always be
another someone,
more and more somebodies,
perhaps an infinity of those,
to do the same
for each other
again and again,
for as long as words are magic.
