Photo courtesy of Raining Insanity.
Exultation is my last resort
For knowing and feeling in the world
Gratitude impersonal, compassion a bit divine
Past the houses, past the intoxicated lives
Doubtless time has plans for them all
In adjoining rooms of descendancy
Exultation is my last resort
The purest joy isn’t owned
Truth and beauty are the designs of youth
Time and eternity have the sweetest eyes
But I prefer eternity’s staggered embrace
She knows me in my own insignificance
And does not lie with dying memories
Or a past that’s waving like imperfection
Exultation is my last resort
If it requires no personal, no place or thing
Let it be the most patient bliss
Of actually speaking with the universe.
Wuji Seshat 