When We Weren’t Eternal

when we weren’t eternal,
when we were wights—
        s e l f – a c t u a l i s e d
        people of specified kinds,
in that place—
when love was hard, and we wished
the best for people, but brokered
for ourselves what
small dreams
                we thought
                                fit our image,
when we wept because we saw
so darkly,
knew nothing,
trusted no one,
for all our imagination we
        weren’t able to see
                our sadnesses as memories,
or that place,
our lives,
as the first
        brief
        nightmare
                in a long, long sleep.

Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can also donate some of your hard-earned dollars down below—that’s money to me, for free!

 

Gabriel Muoio

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