for adam kuipers

keys
in accord
your fingers
search for them

heavy mallet fingers
learn in tireless pursuit

but we will never conqueror heaven
men have claimed to be gods
and have parted oceans
and have spoke and
and have moved but
we will never conqueror heaven

you say
you are not ready
but you are
and you even were

the immaculates
that grace us
and stir our
sterner substance

are not in sequence
but in rapture

who is ready, then,
for Godhood
in poignant letters
to minds
without address?

your fingers lofty, soon,
for keys in accord for

in such tireless pursuit
we climb and traspe and prevail
to kneel before such heavenly bodies

and, in timelessness,
become them ourselves

not in sequence
but in rapture