Next Life.
Last of all and most reluctantly,
you said goodbye to near and far away.
Fuzzy minded cloud sprout from one another's foreheads.
But you were more exact.
You unzipped yourself in the dark back there,
counted yourself in half and cut that was before numbers.
Don't be a commodity.
Be a concept, a ghostly configuration
of points or parts, trivia snippets,
which appears inside locked cabinets.
Be untraceable but easy to replicate.
Be relative, be twice as far and halfway back.