Journeying A Temporary Esoteric Plane...

Journeying A Temporary Esoteric Plane

As true as it is

And so it be—

Yet

Though one

Of the number

Is no more

We remain perpendicular

To the teeming level plane;

Traveling parallel;

Seeking an enlightening quest:

Though the cold

Dark grave

Lies before us,

Its darkness holds no fear—

For ours is a journey of light;

Searching the word

Without wintering end

Nor demise of summering toils;

Knowing that substitution,

Like raindrops, is temporary.