"that's all
in the past," since
the past is
not a location
in space.
Even stranger,
perhaps, that
we have no access
to the crucibles
that made us
the blades we are today.
Then again, it's not
our remembrance
of the blaze
that sustains us; it's
the little imperfections—
those niggling
and persistent
small aches
that remind us
we're still
the same weapons
we were yesterday.
