Nevermas

In that time anon, you’ll understand.
The windshield wipers will wipe
in sync to the song on the radio
from the very first note. The bend
of the river will unkink, shrink, and slow
to reveal the riverbed, the sweep
of waters past, the shape of creatures
long dead. You will learn your name.
You will know the sky and scriptures.
You will see beginning and end
at last, and know they are the same.

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