Sonnet 11 (lanterns)

a scarab beetle, dying in the heat
still knows that change is the only constant
though the sun will no longer chart the sky
time will go on without its respondent

there are no auguries of the vultures
only a certainty in their meeting 
as they devour all the lost corruption
that you cast aside as you were leaving

will the lantern that guides into the dark
be the same as that from which I am hanged
allowing me the form to face the deep
an angler fish swimming away from land

but beyond the night will still come the day
if you need me, I am a thought away