Done with burning up the past
one torn piece at a time.
Finished with watching the flames dance
with every little bit of life.
Running out of memories
and too afraid to burn tomorrow.
Conversations just for one
to a flat screen known by name.
Missing handle,
missing avatar,
just a ghost in the machine.
Numbered for transgression,
defanged and declawed.
Stripped of hope,
stripped of value,
stripped of God.
Every subtle machination
hints at a thought,
whispers a tale
of timeless design,
of a truth
that is not clear.
Hidden in every deception,
is a begrudging compromise;
that when the sacrifice
is in the fire,
tomorrow becomes the price.
No way to accept,
or turn away from this;
a trammel,
of a tiger by the tail.
Today is already exchanging
for another,
more delightful problem.
Slip in and embrace it,
like holding on to water,
that lives from within.
Capturing
this sublime dimension,
is like slipping a noose
around the neck
of a shadow.
It pulls tight,
to zero
and tomorrow still comes,
until we’re done
with living in
the river.
We get carried away
by every embrace.
HG – 2018
