Believe Me, You
Me, alone,
in understanding
that everything
is in the same moment.
Happening feebly now,
hobbling along
like some cripple
caught under hurricane debris.
I can see it now,
the dreams I will have tomorrow
happening now,
later, again, today.
I can smell the meal
from the next town over
and feel the hunger
I will never cease to satisfy,
ever.
It itches
like a mad dog with rabies,
scratching its back
against loose bark
for the bear.
Someone will hear
these metaphors
and take them to heart.
Someone else
will keep moving along,
ignoring everything.
It is all happening at once,
the commotion.
And all we can do
is toss our beliefs forward
into the sea,
and the sea
will toss them back to us
without a care in the world,
making us question
if those similes were metaphors,
or if the sea dried up.
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