The path
your path
will get 
you eventually 
when you 
veer it
too veers
when you 
diverge it 
waits patiently 
and presents 
itself again 
you can 
fight you
can run 
you can 
deny but 
rest assured 
you will 
be what
you were
meant to 
be if
not in
this lifetime 
then another 

One cup per 
two people laying 
and the rest 
out there somewhere 
all I know 
is now this 
and nothing more 
it’s as if
you remove despite 
having never moved 
all the things 
that I have 
thought were important 

And just 
as the 
moon breaks
the eave
it comes 
this glow
a halo
starting atop 
your head 
and washing 
ever lower
ever slower 
until at
last it
disappears and 
returns you 
to darkness 
and my
warm imagination 

If anything 
at all
remotely mattered
it would 
be change
that is
the paradox 
in order 
to change 
one must 
disavow oneself 
of one 
thing for 
another thing 
that never 
really mattered 
change is 
then the 
only thing 
that ever 
might matter 
at all 
if ever

Nothing matters 
people don’t 
want to 
believe that 
because they’ve 
spent their 
entire lifetime 
convincing themselves 
they do