When I come back in the next life as a firefly,
at the pond you haunt when you fail to pass on,
I will show you how to blink in and out, in and out,
if you will tell me how not to let my soul be caged,

and if all the way from the hollow that holds the portal, the elf
owl chatters its song to grant us entrance into the lagoon for
teaching each other how to pass on and beyond, it will be in
virtue of our having become such that we will hand the lease back

and say, Let us but pass through.