Some travel/though it only becomes a sacred journey/when we realize/we will all be changed/the traveling with divinity/Never cycles in our control/we will/all will change/below us/around us/inside us/this sickness is and always was unto death/and into the bowels of life/we exhaust these living/down to the husks/put on the foam slippers/and walk and ride/ of the companions I don’t get to choose/I choose God/over/and over/every breath/every single step/I commit my spirit/into hands that hold/and which death/may never part