Deathbed Compact (redux)

We vow a deathbed
compact. We saga
prototypes, classicists,
& evergreens. We ordinance
in & out of time. We be farcical
masons. We ebb & floe
like Greenland ice sheets
under successive heat
domes. We sailor-skid
spanner ewers. We peso
sunsets in silence. We illumine
penny bardos. We
are, oui.

What I’m Reading:

I want the fact of death to not flatten or destroy me, but rather to push me more toward the world.

— Ada Limón / Poets.org