I could have spoken to you
Wouldn't it have been interesting
With the rhythm of the ancient
The grace of wisdom
Every step in groove
Slowly arise from your chair
The armchair
The sofa
This living space a channel
A conduit
For the continuation of life
And every frame of reference from the past
And the dead
Indeed still lives
And every turn to face
Is your head sitting on your shoulders
And every turn is a caress
On the smooth reincarnation of life