it ain't what it used to be

cause nothing's like it ever was

...before the Fall

...until the Parousia

we crawl on

inch by inch

toward the whatever there is beyond where we stand

where we crawl

where we curse each other full of hell

oh i wonder where to go

and how to get there

how to make some meaning in the meaninglessness of the here and now

of existence itself

facing God

facing the gods who hound us

and pound us into smaller smithereens than we are

or we'd like to be

i don't know

[that phrase again]

i don't know where or how to flow

but look forward to a newness sleeping on the horizon

beyond death

beyond the non-foreseeable

beyond the blind in our hearts and minds

in our soul

with a longing for the new

on the premise promised to...

and simply wait

and live

and love as best i can

on the trash-heap of today

the gift of tomorrow

whatever it might be

Today