I’ll choose maturity over aging.
These brand new cells are singing and I hear
crystalline vibrations in this saging
silver being I’ve become, wide-eyed seer
as the walls come tumbling down. I taste
each morsel present with my senses new.
I reel and thrill and nothing goes to waste.
Imagine ruby red and sapphire blue
and I oblige the giver tenderly
believing there’s so much I can’t perceive
unhindered, wild, I burst like tinder, free
from fear–we’re almost here, open, receive!