I go where we’re going at an accelerated pace.

Not in a hurry –

and where I go is not here.  It is wave.  It is particle.  It is light

in the fount of love

 

And though I go; am gone already

I am still dedicated to helping the slowest of them all.

The one so slow as to seem retrograde like Mars sometimes seems

in the sky.

I help the one so retrograde as that the world would want to cast away

to cast as irredeemable into some place punitive and away from

any possibility of contamination of the multitudes in the deluded world

But that is the way of the world.  Here.

We’re going not here.

We go to the fount of love, Stardust

 

And though I’m gone I’m here

Dedicated to help