After I died, I was like an aspiration
Mere notes for a person
I had no visage, no form
After you killed me, I gathered
Form by paying attention
To each moment embossed
In Consciousness
Like plucking one tiny berry off
One tiny stalk, at a time
to build a pyramid.
A kilogram of berries
Ready to be extracted
For elixir
To infuse us with vitality
In the dark of Winter
When all is same, dead & cold.
That’s how I became more
Than the wisp of potential.
That’s how I came back into form.