there's a difference

between the one that begins in the place
where you were left standing, isolated
the tip of the cliff crumbling apart
below your sodden feet
nothing short of curated, cremated
feels like it was yesterday: not far

or the one happening where you are standing
convinced that there's more beyond
the enemy line,
the horizon should shine
every day for you, once and for all
(but it feels like it's raining slime)

maybe the one that should happen
the place where you will be standing
in a measure of time no one knows
like the back of their hand,
because it flows
      irregularly
and it breaks all the tiny ice
under your feet, the ***** looks steep
cushioning your fall into The Big Deep.