Before inhaling minted atmosphere,
or we observed this clotted light through blood,
were we a pucker in the stratosphere,
a sonnet enveloped; a darling bud.
Until our crowning, did we dwell beyond
as equal subjects in normality.
Prepared for berth from voyages; re-spawned
and moored to comprehend mortality.
Perhaps emoting here we are refined
for frequencies we cannot engineer.
Intangibles forgotten, left behind,
will be expanded when we disappear.
When first in love or deep in grief’s despair,
then freed and delicate, we’re over there.