Afterlife

Perhaps
when we die
a part of us lives on

Perhaps there is an afterlife

space and time
trace
a fractal edge
between you
and I

where dimension is more than four
we could measure
there
but here
in three space
timelike
flows like wave upon wave
to cross the distance
from where
I've gone to ground
I count the seconds
from lightning flash to sound

And I am here
and you are there

and we can divide
by three
to find the distance in kilometers
to the heart of the storm

Where you and I
are born