Back to the scene of the sublime

high moments call to the observers and to the creators
come back to me!
a performance cannot be let go, as with grief
eternal returns may not be the law of the ocean
but the tides come back
if a horse is a horse, then which way
did the river’s course go before the equine
reality? west of the urn, tears flood
and re-make a corridor in the image of
what used to be dry land
make the articles of faith a magazine
for free at the entrance to the café
stay in business, not with advertising
but with the memory of something
that has yet to occur
a tall day from a short time hence
a sunset that leads to a full day without
stars, because the light from up close
is visceral over that from ages ago
and eons away