Tears in Rain

I wish the person that we used to call you
could see the sun rising
on this new world–
its machine surface studded
with black tiles rotating–

That your ancient physical form
could stare up with me at these dark spires
extending into the stars
until they fade against the images
that I’ve summoned–

That you could be witness
to my sudden jump of matter
and the falls at Tannhäuser Gate
where in a day we collect the beginnings
of worlds
like we used to collect
old coins.

But no, you will stay in that painful place
we used to call home
as you mourn the tears that fell from the faces
we used to call human
and will you beg to what we used to call God

and you will say
that if He was still here
He would make tears smash
down those malleable skies
to tarnish our excess,
lying in the waste–

and I would scoff at this
but then I might remember
the meaningless nature
of what we used to call the tears
falling, on and on,
in the rain
and mourn
the reality
of what we used to call
losing.

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Inspired by this monologue.

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