naked i came forth from God
wearing nothing but my skin
with Hanes i return to God
the mortician declaring nudity sin

the Lord giveth all
but the mortician demandeth more
in case while awaiting judgement
my bowels begin to pour

the u-haul will remain behind
'cause you can't drag it into the gave
but your Jockeys will surround you
to make sure that you behave



if i could flee where the wise ones roam
i'd run to their understanding arms
accepting loved implied in their sighs

my lips would cradle tears
curve into a smile of peace
held in the delight of their love




*Rhythm is at the core of human life.
-Czelaw Milosz

*Repetition enables us to form habits and to accept the world as familiar.  Perhaps the need of routine is deeply rooted in the very structure of our bodies.
-Czelaw Milosz

*...to express the existential situation of modern, one must live in exile of some sort.
-Czelaw Milosz