… the end of all of this

Here is the end of all of this:
    most of us, one day,
    will lie in a room where the shadows grow,
    with memories crowded out by pain,
    knowing, only then,
    why we lit so many fires…
Just to keep these very shadows at bay.

Days we spend as interlocking cubes,
    silver and shiny, neat and trim,
    lost in the patterns of our illusions,
    pushing chaos beneath the surface;
    but look — down a hall you’ve already walked,
    there’s a bed and pillow you’re going to use…
And you’ll be joined to all the people who used it before

Welcome, Love

A Sojourn

Welcome, love, it’s time to see
The price of our mortality
The fare we pay to take this ride
Where every comfort is supplied
To lead us to believe a lie
We’ll live this life, and never die

From birth to life, and life to death
We breathe but just a single breath
In time unsullied, lost in space
To run continually in place
And sometimes see a glimpse above
And say, in pausing – “Welcome, love.”

The Darkness Always Comes

Behold, the darkness always comes:
Predictable as your next breath,
A radio plays far away,
And strangers move through shadows —

An orange slice, a child’s tears,
The beating of forgotten drums:
Another hour started light,
Behold: the darkness always

Comes

“Tu Fui Ego Eris”

“I was you, you will be me”

That’s what the gravestone said —

Though it’s been many years, I cannot

Get it from my head

 

Although to know is… commonplace,

The fact we all must die —

It’s more just knowing, I am him,

And he

was I