“Stow your gear, sailor, and rig for heavy seas.”
They say, “Nothing lasts forever,”
and you don’t believe it until it happens.
It’s like a river, deep and dark, that never stops,
never pauses, but always its restless surge
pushes on, and nothing is left behind.

“Will you remember me?”
“Silly boy, of course not.”
All the angels left and they didn’t take me,
so, I’m stuck here on the side of the road
trying to flag down a bus, or a ride
from a friendly stranger who isn’t a psycho-killer.

“…for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.”