the dead do hold us together

time is without utility
for a booming heart in still waters
meant soon to crash into the bank
to boom on land and straight through earth.
a tangled mess or utterly unwound
in the crust or the core
for true blue sky it is still sounding
and this is the decided roar:

"for nothing but meaning
do we incur in a lifetime
no treasure for heaven
no place and no part."