We Are Reborrowed!

ON MEMORY ---

Pain has nothing on us. 

We stand smiling

Spirit and bone

We stand free

We stand alone

We’re in tandem with time

And holding court with our wayward child

Even if it cries from that mortal pinch

It grows a halo from any wretched trial.

And so ON OUR MEMORY,

You can always take a stab

Because all your insults, and all your jokes

Dissolve in our cerebral life like smoke

Even if we constantly break our begging bowls

One feeble call,

with a flimsy cloud in hand

Archaic, unmoved...

WE ARE REBORROWED!

Will THE MUNDANE MINUTES MULTIPLIED BY THE CRUEL HOURS

Find us just being dropped

Into this moment?

Stay!

Go!

I don’t know.

This is a risk that we take.
WE ARE REBORROWED!