and the scarab that once adorned
my sweet Uncle's neck.
Tonight, I write for them-
and for Beau
and for all the other beautiful souls
who've gone before,
into that Great Mystery.
Tonight, Rilke accompanies me
as I enter my Sanctuary, my Cave-
as I journey ever deeper
into the caverns I contain.
"Whom should I turn to,
if not the one whose darkness
is darker than the night, the only one
who keeps vigil with no candle,
and is not afraid-
the deep one, whose being I trust,
for it breaks through the earth into trees,
and rises,
when I bow my head,
faint as fragrance
from the soil."
