Life begins. Crisis
comes. Death
follows. This
is how
history
happens to you—a spiderweb
viewed
from the wrong angle
is nothing special;
the universe is a lattice
of all possibilities—
but it's not like
most of them are open to you.
Invisible consequences
still linger,
the distance home
increases, and
no moment
will ever be harder
than the moment before
the next one gets here.
You can't be too careful.
But—once you realize
you don't have that option,
consequences sharpen
and belief in significance
gets closer and easier.
Once you're free
to walk away,
differentiation is compulsory.
The world—this one,
the one
we all live in
must be real.
Not because
we all live here.
Because—death
happens
someplace else,
and nothing
makes distinction clearer than
leaving it behind.
