life has always been
a run-up
to something.
You want to call it
"fated,"
just to make it
sound less sinister.
*
In heaven,
even the meaning
of "is"
is different—
is limned
with impermanence
which pulls back
to a dull ache.
*
Harp flurries,
pillars
of radiant fire,
couches made
of vapor—
all indicate a slight-
ly bemused take
on leisure—
all gesture
toward enlisted persons
on shore-leave
from the class war.
For now, we'll
just have to leave it
at that.
