William A. Rigsby

His ego leaves,
the speed is unknown,
the destination
unimaginable and
beyond
human comprehension,
but gone it is
and so is he,
the only genius
I ever knew.
Gone from this place
we call life
and into the
deep occult,
a secret mysterious
abode of wonder
and amazement.
I await my time.

THOUGHTS ON THE BLUELIGHT INSTANT
OF THURSDAY APRIL EIGHTH
NINETEEN-NINETY NINE