Epilogue

Everything on this earth

has birthed itself into existence

with a thought

but I, splinter child

seven years between brother

must have thought too hard about

whether or not there is life on Mars

or if God watches you go to the bathroom

or if when I grow up I will find somebody to love me

as much as I do /

as much as I love you/

as much as I try to/

as much as I wish I did.

Where will we go when we die?

Will we wait till we birth ourselves again

as we dream about the sunrise?

And what about the things we leave behind?

What is left after The End?

Credits roll,

I pray they don’t crush you

Lord allow me an Epilogue

to show that I love you.