We meet in a bar every night
44 years
before I am born...
and I can't help but wonder
why you've come into my life today.
You die in my arms-
1964...
I hear nothing but your voice
I see nothing but tragedy
unraveling the fabric
of my being... and I die with you
I could not live forever here
knowing you were forever elsewhere
This world is a strange place
if I don't dance the dance
if I don't dream the dream
will my existence become hollow?
will I become more like you?
1981- a hospital-
white sheets and bloodstains
and I come screaming
into this lack of structure...
into this fatality.
Where are you?
I remember you...
I remember something
just beyond description-
I have held you close,
and pushed you away again
I have tangled
with your motives
since the creation-
since Jesus was forsaken
and all the prophets
changed their story
to fit the binding structure
of reality...
theirs or mine?
I am here again,
I am staying this time...
and I am at a loss to find
why you've come into my life today. |