The discursive fortunes of divinity

There are no calls we can’t answer
as long as the lines dig deep
and set themselves up as too big to fail.
There is no silence in solitude
when the resources have collapsed
and sent us rolling back.
As hard as these steps are
there are countless roads to take.
When the volume hits capacity
and the townies rejoice
we’ll all breathe easier with
the settling of our egos and
the burning of what we knew we knew.
At least I can still write and
you can still read and
no matter the date
we’ll find ourselves here,
connecting,
sharing space long after I’m
discredited and gone,
when fables fold in on themselves
and kiss impermanence goodbye.
-September 24, 2022

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