We are who we are

The Concerto was
timeless,
the wine trembled,

A man with a
lavender heart watched,

Van der Waals'
vapor soared,

There was a climax
of speculation
and notes of ecstasy,

There was hemlock locked
in devotion of spirit and lore,

We are who we are;
there is the sacred cosmos,

Where the primordial
dust  of a billion specks,
disruptive and misplaced
throughout time are comforting,  

And I am reminded
I’m in the presence
of people who matter the most.