Etched on a Gravestone

“This will be your ultimate dream”

i heard a crying jay bird scream.

“From now on it will all be real,

and sleep will have lost its appeal.

You have already dreamed too much

about an afterlife and such.

You can only dream so far

B4 learning how things are.”

Cosmic consciousness i wanted

became a dream which was haunted.

The truth has now become my fate.

The blue bird’s warning was too late.

Then, perhaps, i may only be

entering my eternity.

Walt Abbott–5-9-2010