Everything that is has happened before,
and this includes all of us - we women, we men.
Each time we die, we ask, “What’s more? What’s more?”
We’ll understand when Now retreats to Then
and what is To Come rests firmly within our ken.
And that’s to say we’ll reach another shore,
another again, again and again -
each a new custom house on an infinite tour.
And yes, we’ll trod through filth and sin and gore
within and without our small, milky glen.
We’ll redeem ourselves at times, though we won’t
know when.
What we can’t recall will return as lore.
And while human concerns may howl and roar,
they’re just a drop in the ocean. Amen. Amen.