Whenever?

Whenever you can play, without the day, away, I go to seek alternate reason

Whenever we can see
which way, without direction
I realize resurrection’s
just a little nearer

Whenever you can play
without the day,
away, I go to seek
alternate reason

Whenever now is near
and yesterday is here
I waver, quaver
in the boiling snow

Why can’t I see
the ultimate
reality is me…
when
ever
never
when?

Copyright: Anthony Leonard Ostheimer (ALO), 4 February 1974