Return
Humour the souls who sing
‘We’re not of this world.’
They felt a pin pass through
the membrane somebody named
biography, and saw
estranged eternities
on either side of the piercing—
a third eye, thin and raw.
One day the mystery
of your existence will
blend with the blood of all
mysteries’ mother.
Life itself is the after-
life and after that—
return.


Return as in reincarnation or as in Nietzsche's eternal return?
A neatly crafted, intriguing idea.