If I were to die, would I find relief?
From agony of being undefined?
I fail to appreciate what I have
time after time, in the search to know mind.

To find life, I must find death – cellular.
Not the Grim Reaper, but final Teachers.
To find life, I must find self – insular.
Not by myself, with help from Life-Speakers.

Conundrum, enigma, veldt – eulogy;
from agony to ecstasy, from hell’s
door to heaven’s gate, we are afraid; we
form spheres of unactualities. Cells

are bio-rhymed, trapped by earth-bound Time. See
into awareness, and set yourself free.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/4/04