For Dorothy & Reuben

Our death and we are promised

Our lives a dowry 

Where we give everything

To become nothing


Our kingdom’s past knowing

And before believing

Where now is always then

And never becoming


We reign in wind

Emperors of air

Our just deserts

Are ever becoming


Full into empty becomes full

All into aught becomes all

Captive into free

We are always becoming


All priors 

All formers

All antecedents naught

There is only becoming


My beloved and I

My soulmate

We climax 

In our becoming


I vow to you each living memory

And silent evening prayer

For nothing fulfills like nothing

And nothing costs as dear


Scott Plate

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