Now, histories disperse
in memory’s hollow curse,
in post gun-shot silence.
Just as Now, futures break
through the terrorized fake,
And Now, no win nor gain,
just a burst pipe dripping
of pleasure and pain.
And Now, this haunting dread
from circuits in the head
drops down like lead.
And passion, she’s redeeming
Here, Now, beyond the seeming,
Her fire is rising
through holier witness,
scared smoke deceiving
a brighter light
pure in the midday sun.
Now, Jerusalem,
she cannot reject
this sacred sky,
and even time
will not divide.
I am here.
In many-cultured
garments of peace,
a cousin of eternity
infinite in the manifold.
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