The Presence of You The Same as we are like stars alike they’re all, Some burn some stay some fade away south, Yet when in thought we’re not and gone north, Together to look away and play like yesterday, The shades they pass will show ‘thee lived the day,’ Which song shall say the most which when we are dust, As though you are as well, as once was I, And sun mountain crowns that cover the valleys and tops, That mystic flows of your ravenous mind, The young, the you who are was I and soon too you, soothingly hope, That the yellow of our inks begins slowly together sweeting tender dopamine’s cellars, Or I may say the brainy dome stuff, Shall it be the Crooner Bowly who played Kubrick to the moon? Or “ mother do you think they’ll drop the bomb?” Your lullabies heard without sound and sense implicit, The tuners green your on and times in tune to morals pleasures, Sometimes blurred from waves that tumble in your ghost garden, A realm bound reality of nostalgia moon rooms and street signs, That throw away the harmonies you vibrate, out into the vast, This is the design-print-map of our loins and lineage settings, And secrets which speak collectively to us by “All-Presence” Natures.