Even as a gift

This future's sight a view

Seems too alike a rat

Following Dragon of Fire

Dragon of life

A sadness remains in me

My mother is still dead

And, her echoes live

Help me in another way

Lacking sins of mind

And of place

Yet the view ahead

Is as tangible.

Twice different;

Once asking and at once telling

And once as reading near-past truths

The shattered emptiness

Frightening and only helpful-kind

"Vita brevis, Ars in diuturna discendo." - anon.