The last time
Corridors, broken openings
That lead to the world
Inspiring complex understanding
That might hold some expression
For us returning again
Like fallen starlight
The last time
We hold hands and trees
And insects
And the soft smell of roses
The horizon offers limits
But somewhere
Suddenly without warning
Coming into focus
A veil you must never lift
The last time
Raindrops falling on your cheek
Like tears
Crystal clear diamonds
To cut through passive existence
A book with a broken back
Pages you must never turn
The last time
Native to this land we hold
The keys of soft earth
Bric-a-brac
And the discarded ruins
Of civilized life
Endlessly recycling
The last time
The veil lifted
The pages turned
Past broken openings
The corridors now lead us
Crying and painfully birthed in blood
Out of the womb
And into the world