Present Tense


An existence
from the weight
of its own removal:
a hole
once dirt is unearthed

where birth
is not fully defined
or grasped
until the clasp
of death.

I wonder then, what’s left:
how to make these finite rhymes
with a more eternal chime.

We made God,
who somehow made us.
The circular logic would not sustain:
an overarching claim
that undermined our intelligence.


But maybe relevance
is a façade.
Meaning devised
to bolster significance
of the present tense.


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