I’m coming
Upon 
A rhododendron
Woods

Mid year
Post  blooming
Never knowing
Its brilliance

Deep greens
It shows
Who knows
By my calendar

The redolence
If smell
Could tell
Just existence

Dudamel 
Sounds 
Swell
You can tell
What resounds
Is a spell

History
Is present
As is future
A rapture
Made secure
By mystery

When seeking 
Vowels
The mind ignoring
The bowels

Looking to owls
Or cows
Prowls
Knitting brows

Any source
Except a fish
For of course
They merely swish

Fluidly
In a creek
Proudly
And with no reek

Dinosaur and bird
Anciently related
Word

Roaring or singing
Human hearts
Are soaring

All folk need 
The power of 
Seed

Ancient giants
Who 
Would be tyrants

To wrens ceded
Offering to humans
What is needed

A genetic transformation
From DNA seed
Soothing every nation

However long
It took these creatures
To create song

He died
At thirty five
He never lied
Why strive

Was he killed
To stop a beat
Because he lived
A future too neat

He never
Stopped
Forever
Untopped

So death 
We see
Is a breath
None can flee

Introit 
Ad altarae
Naturae

Omniaque
Factum est
Ex Maria Virgine

Mater Dei
Per omnia secula
Seculorum

Ora pro nobis
Nunc et in hora 
Mortis nostrae

Mater cuius
Naturalis reticulum
Pacem aeternam involvit

Wade off an eternal disaster

Speak with the dead

For they are the master

Of surviving after dread

The trees are bare

Light not bright

Leaves dying everywhere

Signs of fright

Lightness of blue

Over a grassy mall

Lets the sky speak true

A fly should you enthrall

Life was harsh
For no reason
Like a marsh
In the wrong season

So growth 
Was stubbled
Youth
Was humbled

But cards
In a deck
Pointed towards
A speck

Which grew
In extremities
None knew
Eventual amenities

So lets 
Go back
To earliest sets
To track

How 
He found 
A path now
Spiritually sound

Deleting reality
But bearing its load
Led by spirituality
On a futuristic road

There is no time
But music is a clock
Birds do chime
Hence a flock

Grass does glisten
But at a certain season
I try to listen
For the wrong reason

Perhaps I’m deaf
To the clock’s tick
When the chef
The spoon must lick

For recipes
Only cook and boil
And all us please
After metered toil

Can there be
Having a beginning
Eternity
After living

Can AI…

Make jokes

Start arguments

Pray

Hear confessions

Write recipes

Have REM dreams

Die

Become extinct

Make mistakes

Get pissed off

Laugh for no reason

Keep mum

Become physical

Fall in love

Be depressed

Get high

Hate

Start wars

Create universal peace

Be religious

Get old

Be too young

Get horny

Vote: Red or Blue

Pay taxes

Write music

Get sick

Watch TV

Sniff glue

Experience radiation therapy

Sing rap

Give a crap

Mess up big

And give 

A fig?