Rediscovering my Remains!
Walking past the African Burial grounds on Friday,
I remembered a past day.
On this remembered day, I saw the tombstone of a relative never met,
A person I could not see physically in this life, even with a bet.
I cried that day because I noticed a life lived had ended,
The marvelous thoughts of a person have been closed, cemented.
My hand on the golden-colored handle of the entrance, I pulled it open slightly,
Then a guard closed the door and asked me for identification, all done politely.
I never thought of the need of identification for entrance at a museum,
I felt my old ideas have been put away too long in a mausoleum.
So I showed him a symbol of my identity, and he opened the door for me.
Then, due to the need to go work on a group project, I said I would come back, with glee.
So we said thank you to each other and wished for each other another pleasant day.
Knowing that we both thought universally and kindly at that moment, that we live in a humane way.
Strolling past the museum I again embarked on another thought-filled sojourn,
My metaphysical ideas were brought to my current life in a solidified form--they were born.
I knew at once that my feet and current body are not cylinder blocks, but putty,
Parts that can shift, move, and transform as the creation a kid plays when happy and muddy.
Whatever happens when one dies I do not know mentally, but spiritually, its without any pains,
Sans torture and horror, one dies. I found this out by analyzing my pasts--rediscovering my remains!
