Poem: Rough Crossing

Rough Crossing

 

all at once, 

there was nothing except the now.  

stolen memories 

embroiled by an oscilloscope.

off somewhere distant 

voices fake as commercials,

offered tears and sighs,

 and yet still

 

nothing that had been 

was now real,

all of it gewgaws in glossy packages

swaddled by tchotchkes,

unable to anchor faith 

or tether reward.

 

there would be no more pain.

nor the bleeding spells of beaten dreams.

not even loneliness.

or hunger.  

not even death itself

would survive.

 

 

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 8/30/25 .. eds

I'm having trouble getting into the blog for some reason.  If I suddenly disappear ... it's some technical thing.

 

 5/15 "embroiling an .." replaces "embroiled the ..."

5/15 "memory" replaces "memories"