"you'll just have to live"

what you do not remember never existed. lifted from the planes of a great novel, it would be the same as if you effortlessly ripped out a page; blotted and reworked the tellings of jewel, section 4, until you didn’t know him at all: if you did not read it, it never happened. so goes the same for life, in a fleeting cataclysm of events, marred by the tarnish of humanity: that we are blessed to live, but unable to record every moment. keen as a journalist, i believe you stand staunchly on the divide of a story, reeling from the impact of a front. i find it unlike you, now abreast with kindness, burgeoning a sorry, which becomes a sorry, which becomes a yes, and you are changed. there is no one to tell us where the path goes, so vigilantly follow it, or follow nothing and abstain; alone.

Your heart is a foil:
it beats, and gushes, and relieves itself
from this and that, all-throbbing,
consuming whatever it dares to take—inundated—
but moving.

I am okay with almost everything.
From the back of my hand to the root of my feet
skin peels off and I become me; entreat
and enrapture a shape
which cannot be: free, or unseen,
and unhinged to the teeth, which jilted,
and scrapping, chip and then replete:
a resolution of spirit; unclothed; repeat.
I am okay with almost everything.

you are born once with a stone-heart reprieve. rebirth in flesh is death in life. knowing what you know is freedom, but the weight of knowledge is a heavy burden, steeping you in the remorse of the present: unbridled and unwilling to change. for one thing to live, another must die: this is the motion of life. it is unforgiving. it takes what it wants in whatever form fits it best; a mercenary of self-reflection, having loved. have i loved? i would be a fool to think i haven’t, but whatever once was unravels before me in an unwinding decay of cynicism, until you are lost and submerged in the moment.

life brings death: you are now two people, separated at the curve of your spine. the decisions you make undo you, but you are undone by the passage of time, stilled and dead in the water.