She has been initiated
into the deep mysteries of existence:
birth / death, life / death,
infinity / death, eternity / death.
In the courtyard, I hand her
a blue rose, gloriously layered like
the bloom of a sun-soaked miracle.
Piously, she bows, caught in bas relief.
Death constitutes the corrupting
force that threatens the kingdom
of The Transcendental Ego, who
safeguards the unity of our world.
We are that Ego, moving
through time, moving with time, immersed
in its inexorable flow through the ritualistic
readings of the missing words of deepest mystery.