Show me your forever.
I don’t want to know you by what runs out or stacks up or blows away.
The you of you cannot be counted.
I want to know your infinity.

Show me what has passed through the fire,
like gold,
and like gold, is purer for the passing.
I want to know your truth.

Show me what remains but cannot stay.
You are eternities of eternities, the Mystery looking for Itself.
Should we talk about the stock market?
I want to know your ongoing.

Show me your forever.