Changing Worlds

I have fed my final quarters to the clothes dryer's mouth.
I have scarfed my last bits of avocado sushi.
I have sung my last operatic duet to a roomful of gawking fourth graders.
I have squeezed a few more words from my Sikh dabbling.
I have watched my final sun sink behind the mountain.
I have scaled said mountain and reveled in the holiness of stars and friends.
I have donned a tuxedo and pranced happily through the courtyard.
I have held her precious body close to mine for one last time.
("we are silly creatures aren't we?")
I have gone.

I come.