Are we behind the times?
I mean, If there was
a lag—
would we know?
Does each mortal
moment represent
another ancient
star in the sky that's gone critical?
Could heaven
really be so
tacky, so archaic in translation,
so unconscionably far away—
that every chintzy bulb in the place
has exploded in its socket
a long time ago
like the set of some haywire gameshow—
while from our point of view
it still looks as though
it's been ages and ages
since anything has changed?
