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.

Inspired by this monologue.