Emergence

By David Henry Francis

When your ages take turn in the present
and grain is turned to a stream
When eventual death seems pleasant
When to remember is to recall a dream

I'll wait for you in nowhere,
Our love I'll cache in sky
Mush Hermes with my bootstraps
running and not knowing why

How much is molecular affinity?
I can find beauty in that
Our collective experience is infinity
My soul is under my hat