You, who say you do not
believe in hereafter,
whose mortal soul genuflects only
before the infinite long
division remainder—
wherein
even those who are old
will grow tender,
even those who are fed
will grow cold
and fearful,
even those who were drowned
will climb gleaming towers,
and even those paper-pale ghosts
who don't know
will finally reconsider.
Simply
wade out deep enough
into this moment
and witness
the equation
that cannot be solved
transform, in perpetuity,
to the only one
that must be.
