When I Die

When I die, I must abandon everything with weight, everything with dimensions, extensions, details. Will it not be exhilarating to see all those useless things falling away from me? Falling steadily through the Dome of Inner Space, until that immensity itself dissolves them... Meanwhile I draw closer to canaries, those small things that insert their brevity into my care, because they know no care. As nimble as air, as free as a song in no known key, they wing through their brief lives, giving us a lesson in beauty. Ever devoted to the LIGHT itself, they cling to me, going where I am going, wherever that might be.....