I don’t know what I believe
Until I believe it, and then,
I reserve the right to question if only
To shed, the negative threads
Associated with my questions, as they
Align toward the absolute,
Across from start
Through between
To End
When counting all the best answers,
The best solutions to the hardest problems,
The infinite set of that which ends the best,
Which makes the best story, which tells
Of the greatest sorrow when hope is lost, and
The hope remaining is redeemed.
From me to you, you to me,
Our folio, the joint report of our commission,
To be presented through
The corridors of eternity.
Returning to some applause,
There is so much to unfold from such a long voyage,
Another war to be won.
jomi: playing with perception 