Fulfillment

in the footnotes of my existence,

some unutterings,

clasped to my chest,

I weave in the distant image,

of the forgotten galaxies,

of my sighs and afterthoughts.

one unashamed tear flows,

as the remnant of my remembrance,

the earning of my lifetime,

entombed,

in one spherical profundity.

the porous crust of my being,

becomes one speck of creation,

the unexpressed takes birth in me,

and with the sublimity of my meaning,

I forthcome in generations…