It’s been a long time.
How have you been since the world split in two?
How is the chasm that swallowed you whole?
Are you falling through it still,
or have you since hit the earth
at breakneck speed?
How’s the weather down the hell road life has left you on?
Has the acid rain been light?
How are the meteors crashing down, with tails of red and hateful flame?
Do they light the sky like shooting stars?
Don’t they make for one hell of a sunset?
How is the emptiness?
The unending dearth
Of dreams
Of meaning
Of touch
Of hope?
How is the silence?
Has your world stopped quaking yet?
Have they found a magnitude sufficient to describe it?
Have they found a question worth asking?
Has anyone built that bridge to span the great divide,
between living and breathing
between my world and yours,
Or have you been left there
All this time?
Left to normalize the meteors and chasms
To ask your own empty questions and pretend you know the answers,
To fill the vacancies in your heart and in your house
with anything you dare.
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For Jilli
11/14/20
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