sensation
awaits our summoning
our arrival
our reference

our focus
to be christened
to the moment
anointed to what
we deem sacred
the holy matrimony
that holds this world
apart

the firmaments await our words
that follow divinated paths that
our ancestors did blaze wild eyed
upon horizons and dreamt of
planting the pure stake upon
pure vision and having riches
pour through them for generation

our fathers and mothers had fought
the good fight, the prolonged quest
to offer opportunity unbeknownst
to those below--to hold our children
unto the heavens and have them see
what we could never see and explain
to us, dearly, what lies ahead, beyond,
forever--the lush sensation that causes
us to rise, continue, in fortitude, having
ecstasy in the pursuit of ecstasy--
for we have within us methods of
the eternal life that does not exist
beyond thresholds

but within
our own walls
awaiting our summoning