lifetimes (poem)

I came here to see people who struggled, who knew nothing but the burnt ends of a cigarette and the beat of rhythm. I can hear for the fragrance of earth, the smell of the sky on a rainy day, the errant whisper of a newly blossomed leaf and the beckoning of a light a hundred meters too far gone. I came here to feel the intensity, the power of weight, oppression, release, the erotic touch, a crescendo on a violin and then the fall of nothing more than a beating whisper. I came here to lie on the wet grass and to stare at a sky overcast, the rhythmic pulsating of a heart too strong to care and to weak to know the future. I came here for now, an unknown, a beginning, and end, and everything, everything that lies to the left.

I came here to live lifetimes