I Have a Coin
I have a coin I deem a treasure.
One side bears the sign of extinction,
And the other, an instance of nature.
But it’s not a coin; it’s a seal,
And the meaning of this distinction
Is the unbearable sadness I feel
With experience, or with closure.
It seems like a double exposure,
But the knowledge of impermanence
Bleeds into the ideal likeness
Of mortality in its eminence—
To yield a vibrant picture
Of a creature’s essential brightness
As it burns for life without censure.