And Us Toward Home

step into this room
     feel the shadows shift
     when its peeling paint
        tries to forget
        what it's seen
                 into us
   like all we've seen
         and forgotten
         into others
it comes back home
as do we

to forget ourselves
  into the millions of
  lightspeed movements
          at every edge
          of everything
  into the whipping
  half-mast flagella
      that pull this
      blur of future
towards us, and us
toward home

and there are holes
              of clarity
        just waiting
        to drill themselves
 through the night, holes
 for all the forgotten
        to drain back
        into our dreams
    and memories
    come back home
so does love
and life

and pain, its predictability
     reminds of the ease
     with which
        my wonder was,
        and still is, wielded
     and that the struggle
     is the illusion
 that this hand of cards
 twitching, on fire
        doesn't need
to be played tonight