And if the disconnect
perpetuates gladness
be circumspect
in your demeanor
press a flower
to your forehead
in protest of the motion
of the spheres
take a drag
off the immortal
mortal coil
and say I have been
here before I knew
where I was in this
place and time not
for the timid or to
recognize what
ever was or will be
but to say o taste
and see there is a door
ineluctably unlocked
there is a stone
to be rolled away
but now is not the
face swathed
with tears or with
misunderstanding or else
there is awaken
in the drowsy catastrophe
that awaits you
in the moment between
what is not and what is
wait and see
how they love each other.
