All I know for sure is dust is eternal and

in between the dust is conjecture and hearsay

and a lot of bread, if you do it right,

then just more dust.

So, heed no warnings, like:

never forget who you are

and remember from whence and what not

and keep your eyes on the prize

and beware spiders and snakes

pregnant with poison designed to

harm you instead of protect them

when we all know it does both,

and don’t bother to consider

your own venom and its design–

its harmful and protective qualities–

and the absolute absurdity of a body

claiming ownership of a soul

and especially don’t think too much

about how small you are, how fragile,

how close to death at all times.

Heed no warnings, and I will do the same.

I will heed no warnings that dare to suggest

something other than the truth, that

beyond or behind this moment

exists anything worth my attention.

Especially this very one.

The moment, presently.

The one, here, with you.