The breath and the delusion
mingle together in sweat and slime
struggling, grasping, pointing fingers
in disgust or dismay.
There in the mix is death
there is God
there is struggle
there is hope.
Not hope in the breath of those of low estate -
Not hope in the delusion of those of high estate -
but hope in the holy spark that ignites and illumines.
Hope in the faffification and funeral preparation
Hope in the joy that is stronger than happiness
More durable and more real.
Those of low estate are but a breath,
those of high estate are a delusion;
in the balances they go up;
they are together lighter than a breath.