To every god there is
a season.
a season.
I didn’t say
that. What
I said was —
I said was —
Every god is a season.
Or every god
is a reason
to reconsider, to fail,
to fall, to grovel, to sit
in a subway station and
wait for deliverance.
to reconsider, to fail,
to fall, to grovel, to sit
in a subway station and
wait for deliverance.
Without a
schedule, do
we know when it arrives —
this deliverance, this
we know when it arrives —
this deliverance, this
time, this
train barreling
down upon us with
intent, with change,
down upon us with
intent, with change,
with doors
opening,
discharging, then waiting,
to load, move forward?
discharging, then waiting,
to load, move forward?
A question,
a concern,
a tango with the way time
controls the dance floor.
a tango with the way time
controls the dance floor.
Do we know
when time
changes us, delivers us
from the moment which
we find intolerable?
changes us, delivers us
from the moment which
we find intolerable?
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