What if we died before we were born?
fell in love before our lips met,
and lost before it was ever forlorn?
What if we glimpsed the grave before we wept?
weaved together neuronal patterns ensnared
sent message before the thought bled
In nebulous eyes, roses laid bare
words quiet, the futility of cancerous dreams gone
fixed dice roll upon dusty cave stairs
What if we stood before cosmic dawn
before us, the multiverse hungry swallowed
worlds infinite, destroyed, and reborn?
Would you hold thy hand, cold and blue
tell me it would be alright, hopelessly buried
if you knew the tragedy before it ensued?
Would you do it all again with me?
Alas! I’m just an old man, stuck between
the trickle of light in Nabokov’s eternities
I wonder if I will find you at Andromeda’s iris,
to see our story again and again and again and…
© Bradley J Nordell 2020