You say
you know
A
lifetime ago
(And
smugly, too)
I
thought I knew
A
million dry runs in
Technicolor
daydreams
Yet unprepared
Caught unaware
I hurtled
from the track
In far-flung
frenzy
Broken,
groping
Faintly
hoping
But, oh!
The dark
I
emerged
Alive (not
fully)
Whole (not
really)
Shattered,
scattered
Dead and
buried in
The new
normal
You
issue demands
Always
needier, ever greedier
And stare
through the obvious
With
reckless oblivion
Don’t
tell me that you know—
You
don’t.
Can’t?
Won’t.