in a lag
in time—how
would we even know
the difference?
Perhaps, for us, each
passing moment
consists
of one more primordial
star in the cosmos
which has long-since
given up its ghost
and exploded;
perhaps that apex
toward which we stride—
our one great goal—
has long-since
gone critical
but has yet, in our eyes,
to smolder
and fade;
perhaps, all along,
heaven could've been
the set
of some garish, lascivious
70s gameshow:
every chintzy bulb
could have blown
in its socket
decades ago—
but
from our point of view,
it still looks as though
it's been ages
and ages since the slightest
thing has changed.
