you thought it was tailored,
that was part of being human.

when you died you saw the Presser
the pressure we call satan
with flaming ropes around all of humanity,
all of it became his.

and you saw this happen

when you died.

you thought it was a close call,
but no.
all of that reigned in for particular form
for a particular story,
there was always so much more.

THERE WAS ALWAYS SO MUCH MORE
the space held by the ropes gets smaller
you're almost insulted

and yet

it all came flooding in
to your life
it stopped there for a while
just to play a simple melody
you might look forward and think it's petty--
but look back and see it ripple

but no, child
let go of that pressure now
give yourself over
to the other side