celebration

there is a place
out in the darkness,
I'll meet you there
when we die,
where stars are birthed
from the splatter
of our laughs,
when we finally
get the joke
of what it is
to be human,
of what it is
to birth the pain
of vestiges of dreams,
and the joy of a life
imploding into the fullness
of this one moment
of utter darkness,
with nothing left to do.