And He Set Eternity
Floor,
take me, if you would and I will dissipate, alleviate,
dissolve myself into you—slowly,
my particles pooling through and through
like concrete being poured—painless, as
my nerves, my bones, my skin, my soul
are deconstructed
and spread like a dense form of quiet.
quiet
beneath the scurry
of the brave and trusting feet
of people never looking down—
humanity,
trace your lover’s trails on me.
I want only for me
to hold the imprints of your passing,
and for you to walk upon the soul
of one that bears your footsteps—
forget that I exist.
Floor,
an agreement, if you would:
you take all of me
that chafes,
against early mornings,
tearing heavy covers off a wearied mind and body,
against hollow voices and eager eyes,
against questions and answers and questions and answers and questions
and
and
and
it chafes against my mind and my heart and eternity.
I’ll give up my hope
if you take my failure.
I’ll give up my identity
if you take my loneliness.
I’ll give up my brilliance
if you take my frustration.
If my cure is dispersion,
homogenize me out of existence,
Floor, take me,
take me
please…
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It's not fair that God set eternity in our hearts only to keep us from accessing it.
