Even then you were there
as sentinel
essence
unattainable idea

Still, as only the dead can be,
with the world
crashing down around

Dead?
Or, not yet born?
Perhaps neither

Just the idea
pure

Undisturbed by the hard reversal
of fortunes

Needing no ground below
Nor sky with stars above

Idea
Not homeless
without a home

Glowing
Rich

Impossible model

dancing shadow
of origination