Redemption
Robert Michael O'Hearn
Youthful girl possessed most fondly in memory,
should have never let go of that Destiny
& you'll revive&revise in imagination
a thousand differing scenarios, all ending
in the same resolution never actualized.
What would it be worth to you to hold sway
over the intermediate course ahead of you?
How better then to intimate&integrate
both the best&worst of times in one space,
objectively overachieving time without pause.
Yet, you will never let go, completely let go
& be on friendlier terms with realization.
You'll forever love agnosticism&doubt more,
even if tomorrow is as uncertain as yesterday,
constantly in arrears. The past with its
attempted revivals, short-term redemptive risks,
never panned out beyond catching your breath.
Perhaps all momentary stays are necessary
as relief stations for your wilting idealism,
to balance out the scales of subversive justice?
Possibly psychological alms remunerated to you
in the name of those who proceeded you, who
suffered more? In all pragmatic matters,
redemptive spirits can embody liquefied joy
riding out the storm on reality's notion&whim
while you continue tap dancing in that corner.
To a decaying body's prospective passing swoon,
I should like to seize upon my creativity as a god,
even if only a mortal repository. Beyond that,
spin the bottle in back of time to point at you:
A daydream still fickle enough to remember Destiny's date.
Sometimes you just have to wander off the planet earth
& subjectively never return home to mother.
