to live
in the moment,
it would still feel
like suicide
when the next one arrived.
And even though
tomorrow,
I will just as likely say
that I shall trust
and heed nothing
outside of that day,
I still cling to the fate
which has found me in this one
as if to slow its passing by.
By now, I know the stars we use
to find our position
have long ago exploded,
but still, I
can't remember
what I've lied about last,
or the child I must have
been before I ever
got the chance.
