there are no more ridiculous scenes
of ignorance stumbling after a light
someone else told them about...
no more opera over the loss
of someone you wanted to lay this evening...
no more hysterics over missing
the last bit of gossip to flutter from
some televised national calamity...
where I'm going
there is everything standing out lit
in its even portions
and pity for what spillage of emotion
occurred from being bound in those confines...
where I'm going
I will not be gone
but fully present among those who came before
where we'll look on creation
then raise our eyes to each other's
familiar as a moment in the earth
when realization opens its gate
and all we stumbled under is gone...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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