New Foundation

i can taste it
in the breath
just ahead,
tomorrow, in the mildly
gunpowder-acrid
muzzle flash
of the cup and its
barrel full of daylight

a we, who rise
from the past,
have already tasted
enough yesterday
in this existential
refuse pile
of words and lives
awaiting redefinition

this we, who've
tasted enough
to fall back into it
like it's the
only place
that knows us
well enough to hold us
like we're home

stand with me
re-beam and
restack these floors
on a new foundation
building today
on the fusion of
one less mystery
in the mixture

and like us, today
will fall, but rise
as tomorrow, like
our caffeine sweats
and morning suns
burn through
the haze of this
deconstruction site

the we, who rise, know
there is no last chance
like today
to know Love
and no better mystery
than its longing and lack
for our foundation's
mixture to lose