Eternity Now

 

I am lost in a desert

of things.

 

Think that these

things matter.

 

Occasionally

I remember.

 

I don’t live here.

 

I am looking at a reflection

of a reflection of a reflection…

 

Because the real me

is far from here.

 

Tapping his feet to an LP.

Scoffing at cassettes

and later CD’s that

morph into digital

sound on their way to

who knows what.

 

He sees the obvious.

 

Nothing changes.

 

And he laughs at

the smoke screen

that I think is

permanent.

 

In darkness there is a neon light saying

ETERNITY NOW, but he knows

come sunrise it will be battered

by bright blaring blasts of light

that cover creation in a clarity

that seems so real.