Downward: A Poem for Strange Times

I fell as we walked along.
       Through no one else’s fault.

 

I fell as we walked along.
       And the others stride on.

 

I fell as we walked along.
       There’s nothing I could change:

 

Settled, acquainted with the mud and shadows cast by skylight,
       I wanted to sing.

 

I sang,
as I dreamt,
       capturing a vision as erroneous as it can be;
       dissipating my life into a restless reality.

As if this time, it’d be different:
A morning breeze that dissolved a stranger’s greetings,
       and her fragile thoughts.

As if this time, it’d be different:
Memorabilia of existence and experience,
       noted a fraction of the cosmos I loved.

 

I sang.
       and made sure no one could listen,
       and made sure no one comes.
       time imaginary; space trivial.

       I sang of those walking without me.

 

I sang.
       downward and downward
       along a pile of inalterable affairs; 
       downward and downward, until,
       the directions took a new definition.
until,

 

I awoke again.

 

I fell as we walked along,
       muttered, and wiped myself clean, and
       I moved on.

 

What did I dream of
       But a chasm
       whose other side no one awaits?
       But a story,
       that I showed in alone?

 

But a divide,
       That confuses our downs and ups.
       That blurs the boundaries’ directions.
       That takes me and my presuppositions,
       never reuniting?

 An eternity too small,
       a promise too short?

 

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