The universe (this time) leave out.
Star dust has settled, and if it now resembles the sea,
a suburban climate hangs above it.
Leave out too the cocoons of souls in thousand-year wars
and their testaments.
Leave out bygone centuries. Each fossil
is overburdened with life
drowning inside a life-buoy made of marble.
Leave out the gilded spines and the names of those
who never die.
Leave out the marvelous childhood, details of a sparkling morn,
which gently settles into a time out of mind.
And leave out his brothers too, who linger here
in faded photographs
and in some events, like a dagger
suddenly raised into the air,
in which it all still hangs.
Question of Origins
Each fossil is overburdened with life