I won’t be able to come up with the words
Everything you thought that mattered
Will not be able to explain
Coming out of the confusion into the light.
Perhaps there is a story
That you thought explained what happened
But it’s a joke without a punchline
Part of something spacious and grand
Something not about you that
You will never fathom.
You may look back
Disembodied spirits prodding you along
Everything you saw in that dream
Did not really happen that way
The fish does not need dry land.
It was never yours
And the scary thing is it may happen again
In a different form
Over and over
In an infinite heaven
not so different than hell
Or at least some darkly humorous version of it.
So who needs space?
Dive in
It’s everywhere
Vast heavy and oppressive
Waves crashing in silent moments and
Velvet covers
(Mostly in st Ann’s Church—or the nearest bathtub)
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