Seen from here, the river is a nothingness

Who but I proposed              

a possible way out of the conjuring

wherein I replace all scheduled desire

with flight

To a charitable present

whose open borders imagines

nothing about my nature

Where no requirement exist to

repurpose my credentials

hence, why even bother

Recycling past lives

when I find, upon arrival,                          

that the present welcomes

all iterations

Turned anew

wonder that I am still

me, but brand new!