SAVED
all those books burning
in that same library.
where before
things got messed
we used to chat
and I caught sight
of you once
strutting your stuff
in a giant white stetson
all those books
we both used
to read
much oneupmanship
between us
for some sad reason
and we exchanging words
at a distance about this tragedy
but there
I am before I ever met you
outside such a storm
creeping across the mountain
the rain slashing down
across
the entire peninsula
me immersed in the Upanishads
reading the great text
on the return
of the soul to the one
like drop into ocean
we
all one
and you my
forever one
though nothing close
to union
ever between us
somehow
that fire in my heart
always burning
consuming
never going out
poems 2 die for 