My Name

I have never been fully visible. Perhaps in some angle of view my soul is outlined by the light imparted at my creation. But that has faded, my illumination has faded, even the stars that made my nativity visible have faded, as new stars, more aggressive, more endowed with brilliance have eclipsed them, extinguished their planets and moons, and left a desolation in the sky my feeble human light cannot penetrate. So I am slowly becoming fully invisible, but not transformed into Spirit... So I will be a lesser being at my death than at my birth. I am one whose name us writ in soul-dust, or even worse in flesh-dust. Oh, where in the chambers of Space, on the shelves of Time, in the swirl of dark matter into dark energy, will we be rescued and truly seen by the spirits that abide?