March 1986 Epiphany

March 1986 Epiphany
repetitive reflexes relax responsibly.
there is something to be said,
but who am I to say it?
simpler to self-surround
with written sound.
and on the Thursday last,
sitting at a blond round table
which was thoroughly engraved
with collegiate graffiti,
sitting
annotating THE DIVINE IMPERATIVE,
merely being
there
three months prior to
the fifteenth anniversary of my death
in Minneapois' General Hospital,
again the question:
why do I live again?
but
this time, and from this time,
answered:
because it is His good pleasure.