
to know this happens and to hold it in one's hand tears at one Being

to know this happens and to hold it in one's hand tears at one Being
against the ocean
everything falls away
how small my false selves
leaves falling again
haven’t i been here before
they will not return
trying hard to imbibe all
drink as if were my last time
shorter than the time
a tossed rock sinks in the pond
my span in this world
the displaced rock and water
remains long after my wake