Dear Mr Hearkening

I am sorry I have missed your call, and yet you were on a journey I could not partake.
You’ve been down this drive, around the desert, found a coin at the Needles
Treasure you almost liked to share
With me

And yet in the twisted peak scenario, I was not a student
But a vessel, and it broke.

You discarded me, and I you, only to discover you had died behind my back.

Onto the level of zazen, where you escape the building only to ascend

You left us behind – the daughter of wisdom, the boy that lets God be gracious, and the prosperous mother of your children.

In truth, I have heard that she left you behind and onto her own journey.

Sorry, not sorry

Ave atque vale