contemporary poems

the universe is murderous,
I’d never died before, so
didn’t know what to expect,
looking up from where I sit
I see the dead tree budding
leaves erupt in a rage of foliage,
in a proliferation of small red berries,
then leaves turn autumnal crisp and die,
a year of seasons pass in a moment,
the beauty of a random time-eddy,
back where reality ends it’s past midnight
moons blaze down over broken rooftops,
ghosts of the dead outnumber the living
in tangles of skewed tachyons,
back when this murderous universe ends
colours pour like perfume and hours do
strange things, running fast then slower,
I forget your name, it no long matters,
looking up from where I sit, I see
you’re caught by the gravity of moonfire,
in the gold of a random temporal eddy
frozen in an eternal time-slow moment,
you are twenty-one and will ever be so,
I’ve aged decades as I still wait for you,
but I’ve died before, I know what to expect

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