06.23.19
I think
at that instant
everything will become only in the past
and the ever pressing past will become
all forgotten past only
and the future will be now as well at its end
and there will be no anger in this flash telling
dream I will begin to dream
no coming home again
no key in the lock to turn
no pushing through to the discomfort
of the all too familiar
all cruelty and anger and tears of that gone past
are all dropped before the doorstep
gateway to where everything is relative
everything is now this second
squeezed breathlessly tight
a moment’s overload of all time condensed
collapsed flat and thin as a book’s last turned page
every sense blown out in a single space
a type of true overpowering love overwhelming
realized in my ancestry re-scene
in a split-second light
of atom-splitting brilliance
and kindness
seeing we were all
living on a level stage
human
loving as best we could
so that all dark and deep and deadly memories
wash out suddenly
collapse to the downstage and fall
into the dark wings
forgotten there with no more drama
me seeing in the curtain drop
the happiness at what I am about to be
