one winter I almost did not survive
the infinitely consequential moments, all merged
indeed
into one dimensionless experience
where the pain of my entire life (embraced) was
all around me, all at once, and forever
do you know what I mean?
and I could see it all, even behind me and underneath
and I was crushed beneath it and yet,
*in that endless vast untime
a winter?*
even then
held it upon my palm to look down at
from far far above me
as though it were a tiny diamond
impossibly durable,
sharp,
with all the shining upon all of the surface of the oceans on the earth
and unbearable, I looked down at it,
I held it, unbearable
but it would never fall from me, and it hurt and cheered me to be beneath it
for if God had (known me) long enough
in the untime with no breadth
to lay this curse
the form of grief
down upon my head,
was it not also the most solemn blessing?
*and he is faithful, and the suffering he lays down upon you, he will not allow
to be too much, that you would die while you are alive
one time, but again,
again,
and more after that*
that is the winter of indelible clarity
a hard glass memory
*behind the curtain, the coldness off the window
freeze against the pane*
still I feel it in my hand
heavy (unbearable) and familiar
coming down on me again
what did I do
to turn the eternal gaze
toward my face? I disintegrate in excruciation
but never turn away
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
one winter I almost did not survive
the infinitely consequential moments, all merged
indeed
into one dimensionless experience
where the pain of my entire life (embraced) was
all around me, all at once, and forever
do you know what I mean?
and I could see it all, even behind me and underneath
and I was crushed beneath it and yet,
*in that endless vast untime
a winter?*
even then
held it upon my palm to look down at
from far far above me
as though it were a tiny diamond
impossibly durable,
sharp,
with all the shining upon all of the surface of the oceans on the earth
and unbearable, I looked down at it,
I held it, unbearable
but it would never fall from me, and it hurt and cheered me to be beneath it
for if God had (known me) long enough
in the untime with no breadth
to lay this curse
the form of grief
down upon my head,
was it not also the most solemn blessing?
*and he is faithful, and the suffering he lays down upon you, he will not allow
to be too much, that you would die while you are alive
one time, but again,
again,
and more after that*
that is the winter of indelible clarity
a hard glass memory
*behind the curtain, the coldness off the window
freeze against the pane*
still I feel it in my hand
heavy (unbearable) and familiar
coming down on me again
what did I do
to turn the eternal gaze
toward my face? I disintegrate in excruciation
but never turn away
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