to carry the weight of infinity
in every movement of grace
manageable in the world
this lowest level of cosmic energy
solidified into brute matter
I now know
is more than I can manage
worshipping my wounds with every attempt
to heal and leave it be
I guess I'm nowhere near that yet
and why fret a future that has yet to arrive
and bound myself with worry for an unchangeable past
when the here and now is heavy enough with all
we would amend but for the One's unforgiving vengeance?
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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