A Prayer Like Gravity

Mundus vult decipi

Boy, am I glad
I don’t have to be
right all the time—

to toil so hopelessly
against such impossibility.

to see the humanity–
yes, even of monsters–

we have made them

all together now

to feel the pain
of how the monster
was made

to fell the pain
of how the monster
became the monster

there is no such thing
as a self-made monster

here

is always

where the reader

‘Time is the fire in which we burn.’
—Delmore Schwartz

A weight is lifted.
The earth is round.
The earth is full.
The moon is high and bright.
It lights my way
when the sun is hidden from me.

The sun is a mystery.
The sun is my enemy.
The sun is too bright.
It burns and blinds me and
it cooks me where I stand.

A man and a woman
sit on the beach,
watch waves wash the shore,
and pretend they are not eroding.

If you’re rich enough, it’s called renal failure.
If you’re poor enough, it’s just a cocaine overdose.

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