As far as I’m concerned,
there was nothing before
and there will be nothing after.
This is your one precious sip
of the ocean of existence.
No pressure,
but this is the only chance
you’ll ever get.
And I think you should buy
an obnoxious button up shirt,
and you should tell people
what you believe to be the truth.
You should skinny dip
with a gorgeous girl
in an alpine lake
so far away from all of this.
If you are brave enough to love,
you should tell your angels
how you feel about them.
And we should quit
everything that distracts us from that.
Be gasoline.
Be rain in the Utah desert.
Offer them a vacation from their suffering,
and you might just become free of yours.
Be a poem dressed up
as a brutally beautiful imperfect primate.
Be minuscule and gargantuan
and make enough mistakes
to know when to be either.
Bleed all over everything.
Acquire scars for the sake of reminding yourself.
Sip your one glass of champagne,
do it until you don’t know
if you are living or dying.
Cry out for it all,
Scream because you cant keep it in.
And struggle to be the funnel
that the universe is trying to fit through.
We will be distracted most of the time,
but there will be moments that come and go
where we are blanketed in galaxies
of forgiveness
and mercy,
and righteousness.
This is the one shot you have,
to let anything and everything bulldoze everything you are.
Don’t forget to remind yourself.