L'avenir n'est pas un souvenir

Pachebel's canon played the day 

I watched you down the aisle 

Your smile made stars seem dim 

And the world was all promise

Imagine then if we knew 

Life would split in a hundred ways 

If heaven itself would fall 

For one of us 

New Year's Day 2025

J'ai vécu plusieurs vies

Je ne sais pas si

Tu connais les noms 

De mes enfants

Dans notre enfance

Nous avons rêvé de ces choses

-Rembobine, réfléchis-

Le futur est aussi 

Réel que le passé

Mais l'un est parti

L'autre est une promesse

À réaliser

being here

"repetition

variation

intersect in

Mother Gaia,

existence is our

salvation from the

Void" -Jerus Maximus

We unfold like paper umbrellas

little bloomings

snowflakes on the crinkled nose

of a child

glorious revelations

brilliant in our being

soon forgetful

all enveloped cultural

pigs in blankets

fit only for 

consumption

reawakened by small

sparks

glimmers of light on

lips of strangers

reminders of our 

effervesence

or as Hegel once said the:

"foaming ferment of finitude"

on the last day of forever

on the last day of forever

the dark trees shuffle 

against a purple evening sky, 

"soon you'll die

soon you'll die" 

the needled forest 

sang in chorus 

"soon you'll die" 

and i was snug inside 

my rain-pattered car 

far from a hard-shelled road 

as mist filled the silent space 

outside my window 

I dreamed of her 

so far away

on the last day of forever