Dime reflected sunshine
Peripheral did grace
Heads up in signal purpose
Parabola lock pocket trace

Later on the day
Stumbling frantic pace
Under elm found shelter
With trunk back found brace

Whirl of whispers entrancing
Nodded off in quiet chase
Across bardo careening
Lives wandering souls interlace

Scattered stacks of fragments
Shards lining ponds of persons in place
Toss of dime to murky waters
Summon courage before specter vase

Corporeal form in disillusion
Resounding coils ringing bass
Query and receive answer
Then return and mind erase

Ask if we are alone
Response brings grin to face
Can’t tell you what to believe
But it’d be an awful waste of space