Literature
The undivided became divisible
Let's not make this any harder than
it has to be. Don't say to me
the fire was lit from grief's regretful plan
for putting it out. Just let it be,
no embellishing with hopes designed or new.
My first t-shirt, my first belt I'd wear:
I haven't forgotten, won't! That much is true!
But look at Nature over there,
look how she colors our shared sky.
The painting of unending death,
we feel it only when it's nigh.
We are the death with boundless breadth.
It's not the glimmer of a tear
that saves what can't avoid its end,
not pleading: "God, I beg, draw near,
have mercy!" makes the verdict bend.
Together we will light the flame:
another fire - a new fire's might
will raise it high. Come on, reclaim!
It will hurt only for the night,
it will hurt forever on this ground.
A "forever" exists that can burn
even this pain. Look: see how it's found -
one breath, it seizes it, no sighs return.
No, we don't need to linger here.
We are no longer who we've been,
but we can say: "It burned us