Allow myself joy When joy has lifted All bills are paid When the ship lifts And Dora is no more For she is ephemeral Immortal Only in memory And I have seen the terminus And the orbit is apogee Off into the stars And gone What is there now? Am I stardust ephemeral And gone Lord lift me For I have lost my way I believe Help my unbelief
A response to When the Ship Lifts I and II.