Already slow. No longer quick.

Already silent like stars.

Already dust. Eyes without fire.

Not just sleeping. In repose.

Under the dirt. Up in smoke.

In that great gettin’ up morning.

Beyond the clouds. Particles

on the wind. Already relic.

Roadside shrine with a name.

Already wings. Already aboard

that gospel train. Already down

in the river. Already on the ferry.

One day here. Next day home.

Matter, then energy again.