I'm going to live the next life

in the same world as my body.

I'm going to conquer something

stunningly simple.

There's going to be a tiny house

on a forgettably pleasant street.

Everything is going to make sense

every day.

Anger is going to lie down

and beg love's forgineness.

Love will forgive everything

but itself.

And when the moon lifts its face

it's going to rain its amber sorrow

over the silence.