Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow
What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned. [1]
We
arrive at the time and place
that we think is most real,
most bright and keen,
most worthy of outrage
in all the long distance
that the Earth has come.
Surely
these terrors
will matter to history
and our angst will ring
through the years.
We’ve
been deceived.
Vision only goes so far and all
that matters must remain.
The soul stirs behind a curtain
in conversation with the dead.
The spirit moves upon the waters
where we sleep.
J. Kyle Kimberlin
[1] St Stephen, The Grateful Dead
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