Saturday, March 21, 2020


Eventually, you may come to see
the mystery—your life
was the one gift which
you could not have been there
to be given.
Nonetheless, you were
its only recipient.
somehow you received it
without ever having accepted.
Like fire from lighting,
invisible waves of radiation,
the radical fringe theory's full implications.
Nothing was destined, but now,
so much is supposed
drastically on the back of each
last supposition—questions ricocheting
off of questions, like white light
in a closed circle of prisms:
what are you going to do
with this present,
this deep and soulful pattern
of absence still dancing,
now that it goes
by a name that you know?