*after Ram Dass

if and when
the end
arrives

and i
suppose
it must

we might
begin to
realize

it was
always
us

we might
whirl like
dervishes

dis
integrate
to dust

but still
will mingle
in mid air,

loose ions
in magnetic
thrust

if we
could only
trust

the uni
verse
just

enough
to whisper
soft

those
words,
then we,

dangling
on rapture’s
cusp,

might walk
arm and arm
into that dusk